Fishing For Words

The sunshine on my hair, is every meadow’s dream,

So innocent and fair, a benign celestial gleam,

 

Strolling glittering trails, Of reflections on the waves,

Luring wayward tales, to frolic on my page,

 

I net them with a pen, and pull them back to shore,

See how far they bend, into pretty metaphors.

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