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A picture is worth a thousand words
    Yet,
It doesn't do justice to the continuous hypnotic ripple of the lake.
    A hypnosis all the more potent that you stare down a deep crater.
It doesn't do justice to the dancing wild grass.
    A movement that tickles your ankles.
It tells you nothing of the sun beating down and the light breeze cooling you off.
    It forgets that the sun has been missing for weeks.
There is nothing of the smell of flowers.
    Strange flowers that don't live at home,
    Or their strange but beautiful smells.
You can't hear the tinkle of cow bells in the distance,
And children chatting
    Words indistinguishable for their language
It forgets that your friends were there.
    Silently enjoying the same thrills
    Yet giving you this napkin and pen.
It doesn't do justice to the calming peace of all this combined
    Or the need to write a poem.