mermaid tales

Winsome escaped her suitor. The grasses grew taller, reaching emboldened sun rays, turning greener, passing days. 

Nuri sparked his heart, a new endeavor, a way to capture a favored lover. A rowboat of proportions just right, he searched her body of water.

Nuri took to Lake Slumber, a swooning  soared in his heart. Oars in his hands, he paddled, towards the deep end of time.

Winsome grew thirsty as Nuri grew hotter, she lowered to draw a cold drink of water. Winsome’s eyes, bluer than the bluest skies,  drew him in, the seas cherished daughter. Splash!

Poetry

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