Gliding through the water,
Like a fish in the sea,
The gentle ripples growing,
From the creature beneath.
The gentle lulling sound,
Of the delicate breeze,
Could barely be heard,
Rustling through trees.
Laughter echoed merrily,
From somewhere close by,
As the sun glared brightly,
Above in the sky.
Bright coloured fins,
Lifting Softly to the sky,
As the beautiful creature,
Swims silently by.
Hidden secrets lay beneath
The white foams of the waves,
The ones who have known them,
Take them to their graves.
Some day soon will come,
When the world has grown cold,
Nobody will remember,
The stories that were told.
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Author:
CMarsh4 (
Offline) - Published: August 5th, 2024 15:29
- Category: Fantasy
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Comments2
Fish tales (tails) Brings memories fishing out at sea and hooking a dolphin beautiful yellow, green and blue. Loved the last stanza.
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