Balalaika
The city lights reflecting off it at night
out there in the darkness of an endless continent
the sweetness and abundance
surreal surfaces
The dog tongues lap
as the dragon in the middle of the lake flicks it's tail
The frost breaking moist air
rolling of it countering the frigid air
swirl of the blue
each bay a thirst quenched
under which a school or two of fish patrol
In that glassy expanse so mysterious and cold
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