Jingle Shells (On the Calamanta Lake)

So I walked along the shores,

(of the Calamanta Lake)

and found myself called,

I recall,

and heard the calling

Of the shells,

like little whispers

of delicate things,

like spun sugar or glass,

or frozen petals,

or tiny shells.

And I rowed the boat

in which you sat,

(on the Calamanta Lake)

and you looked around

at this and that,

and laughed at tiny things.

Your laugh was

a tiny thing,


like the jingling shells

or spun sugar,

or glass,

or the waves lapping,

as you were laughing,

gently rocking ,

swaying our boat.

The End

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