This is one of the poems my three o'clock tute came up with last week.
Eternity is used to measure the mind. The sky is used to measure eternity.
While the hills are used to measure the blues, the lakes have been left lonely.
There stood the lonely house with only the lake for company,
But company it was, and in company it was kept.
Empty windows with a vigil to uphold.
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