Reeds

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Reeds

Reeds bend across
an inky black pond.
Harking to a story
Of lost time
and sunken treasure.

They bend and whisper
together,
reminding themselves
to hold their secret fast.

A thin veil of mist
hides the surface of the
water. A crow’s
caw penetrates the darkness.

On guard the sentinels
murmur as night
draws close, they know
how to keep it buried.
Hush, hush!

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