Cool breeze blows
As the Sun sets
Ripples ebb and flow
As twilight draws in
Last bird sings
As purple hues spread
Echoes on the wind
As daylight fades again
Light allows shadow
To bring calm all around
Silence gently settles
The still of night calls
The Mansionic Perspective 
Nice TL….We surely want peace and calm….I’m ready to go wherever this is. lol. VK 🙂
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It’s just another view of the Lake, VK. 😉 Thanks. I’m still trying to spread a little peace and calm, if it will help.
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Oh…You mean the lake behind the mansion????
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That’s the one! 😁 it took ages to get the right light! (Or the light right… it works both ways! 😊 )
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Don’t fall in while you’re doing all that adjusting with the equipment! VK
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😄 I’m safely harnessed! 🙂
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Such a calming and peaceful post, Tom. I think I’ll sleep better tonight just thinking about your words and beautiful image. 😴
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Thanks, Sylvia. I think ‘calming and peaceful’ is needed just now. 🙂
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I can just imagine standing by that lake on a warm summer night… lovely place to visit. Very calming. Thanks for taking us there, Tom 🙂
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My pleasure, Chris. The Lake is a magical place.
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Magic… happy sigh 🙂
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Ahhh! Bliss. 😁
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Good poem as always Tom and well presented. 🙂 ❤
Blessed Be my friend. 🙂 ❤
Prenin.
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Thanks, Prenin. I haven’t used colours in my words for quite a while!
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Very pretty indeed! 🙂
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Thanks, Diane. Colours help a lot! 🙂
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