The bait, the hook, and the line
Is always cast out
In a tiresome search
To snap away;
Shimmering
In the high-noon sun
Sinking out of view,
Inhaled by an ocean
That foams with a hunger,
Much greater than my own
(Another class assignment)
The bait, the hook, and the line
Is always cast out
In a tiresome search
To snap away;
Shimmering
In the high-noon sun
Sinking out of view,
Inhaled by an ocean
That foams with a hunger,
Much greater than my own
(Another class assignment)
Keeping the world immersed in stanza.
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