This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Oswego chapter.
Vast and loud, the waves ripple and crack.
I see your reflection when the water
calms, sternly crashing close to me.
The green blue of the lake is transcending.
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It’s like a spaceship,
large and mystical, carrying me
to another world, better and brighter.
Free of any mess or chaos. Peaceful.
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When the water is calm, you
stare back once more.
Our eyes meeting, holding my gaze
trying to tell me something.
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What is it? Are you too warm?
I’ll cool you down. Waving
my arms near you, hoping,
praying, that it will save you.