unexpected gift
By Daisy Dai
the way the blue waves —glisten—
as the sun glides across its blurry peaks
tiny ripples creating —glittery—
speckles of light: little stars along its
—shiny— surface
—listen— can you hear
the water —crinkle— the wet
sparkles gently —crunching—
like the sound of balling up
iridescent wrapping paper and
playfully tossing it in the air
it reminds me of your eyes
the soothing icy cool —glimmer—
of your sapphire pupils —twinkling—
steadily —shimmering—
as I stand steadfast
slyly delighted
at the way they
waver up
and
down
my body
what an unexpected gift
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