• Fishing


    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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