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Underground Lake

Silver sparkles above 
in the pitch-black.

Light emanating from the water,
small creatures glowing in an azure light.

Sweet sounds of dripping water
distract from the dangers in the dark.

Her silver hair spreads on the lake
like a shining carpet of liquid crystal.

Soft features carved into the velvet skin,
dark and blue as the night.

Tender lips, slightly parted,
purple eyes gazing at the wonders above.

Sweet song echoing and emanating 
from the dark black stone of the cave.




First published here.

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