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Silently breaking the waves,
I row towards a secret recess in the shoreline,
that is hidden by the tall reeds and the windings of the shore.
Eloquently, your eyes
look at me and, it seems, with each stroke,
the distance between our benches shortens.
You lift your brown slender arm-
your long womanly fingers
glide over the strings of the reed.
And your long eyelashes
interwine with the stems while reaching to me.
You become a blur, a jelly-fish
dipped into the brownish ink of the lake...