To Reach Her Skies

I’m Mesmerized,

By Fathom’s Eyes,

Angler’s Dark Prize?

Lurking Surprise?

I realized,

Between My Cries,

Sad, Wistful Sighs,

My Muse’s Rise,

Swelled My Heart’s Size.

This Balloon Tried,

To Reach Her Skies.

Great Luck… First Try.

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Obol is a poet and an infrequent writer of prose.

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