We threw our words overboard,
only to find that they’d become anchors,
and that our ship wouldn’t move;
then they became fish: we cast a great net:
around it they swam, and through;
they leap’d to the heavens,
were shimmering stars in the blue;
then one by one they fell;
they’re falling still;
and each that lands is true.
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[ 1801 ]
Categories: Sour Honey
Tags: Blue, Boats, Falling Stars, Fish, Hiking, Photographs, Silver Falls, Stars, Truth, Water, Waterfalls, Words
William Michaelian 