The water is still.

Except for the ripple,

Of lively fish.

The sun gleams.

Being slightly covered,

By the plentiful clouds.

My heart beats.

As you glance over,

And your smile softly emerges.

The day is over.

Yet,

All I’m wishing.

Is for this moment,

To last,

Forever.

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