Throw me a line please , with the hook and sinker, and everything else.
She was the wildest and most beautiful wild flowers in the valley. She made the saddest man by the sea, smile. She danced with the Pacific, her bare feet touching the moving waves. She sing to the falling sun and she went to sitting poet.
The poet wrote into his journal.
“I wish upon a falling star,
for someone to make me smile.
I tossed a penny into a deepest wishing well,
asking for someone to make me feel alive.
I made a dandelion wish,
watching the dandelion leaves fly to the sky,
for a girl vibrant, alive and filled with joy.
To teach me. I was still was alive.”
She stood near him, the sea breeze moving her Summer dress away from her sun-kissed skin, allowed him to see her strong legs and tender feet…
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The Reluctant Poet 