the fish that slips
from your fingers
as the small boat
rocks in the twilight
water, splashes in
and swims away
with new life. it
wasn't meant to
be, this catch, but
another day will
follow this cold
and hungry night.
from your fingers
as the small boat
rocks in the twilight
water, splashes in
and swims away
with new life. it
wasn't meant to
be, this catch, but
another day will
follow this cold
and hungry night.
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