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The lagoon of water
shimmers in the moonlight.
The tree
s whisper as they
lean into the well-lit pathway,
that I walk on this Summer’s eve.

On the other side, people sit
and talk under the stars.
Refreshments and entertainment.
The best spot to enjoy the air,
the water, the symphony of crickets.

Resting there is a boat, tired from the
aching journey it endured before night fell.
My feet are aching in the same way,
I am almost at the end of the pathway.

Peace and serenity here differs from
the hustle and bustle in the centre of town.
Cute, familiar houses sitting on the water edge.
Walking down the large, stone steps.
I see my house in the distance.

Looking back at the water,
the trees and the stars.
I am home and nothing
compares to the feeling.

(First draft of a poem for my portfolio)

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