I was fishing for words
on this sunny day
to cook a poem
and serve it hot
for you,

but it was in the stream of silence
I have gone fishing.

Still, hour after hour,
I tried my bait.
It is made up of memories
we once have shared.

Before the end of the day,
I have ended up with nothing
but a few lines
I have promised you.

After digesting the verse,
you ask for more.


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