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The fisherman all his days loved the strings of light that waved upon the ocean top, that came as music for his eyes, a form of silent poetry.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, March 19, 2021.
The fisherman with soul of sacred brine, bows in greeting to his sister, his sea.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, March 19, 2021.
The fisherman come dawn's bright day sits gaily upon the pier.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, March 19, 2021.
Upon sunrise, upon blue-blushing of ocean waves, the fisherman is a-ready once more.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, March 19, 2021.
Our fishermen set sail into the rise of the sun, into the new gold light of day, upon the bonny tide.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, March 19, 2021.