Faint Like Dreams
Small fish peered up from the edge of the pond. They were faint like dreams upon waking.
Yeah, I could have said I went for a run in the park, stopped by the pond and saw some fish, but I felt like waxing poetic.
Monday, October 29
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1 comment:
Very nice....I'd rather read about them like that, I can picture them much easier, actually! Wax poetic all you want.... :-)
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