The Enchanted Pond



As I was walking across the meadow, I came upon an old fishing lake,
that was not quite the same as I recalled.
I gazed upon young lovers that were sharing a peaceful lake together.
Young lovers enjoying the lake, and its surroundings.
They were suppose to be fishing, but seemed to be in each other arms.
The fish they were catching were each other.
They lay there at the edge of the lake on a blanket, waiting to catch the golden fish.
The golden fish that brought the love and its beauty into one.
I knew this was where the lovers go fishing in each other arms,
as the golden fish looks to see the love on his enchanted pond.






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