eye of the beholder

the vibrant purple wink caught his desolate eye
and squeezed a tear as it fell
from where he sat
down on his weathered bench
next to the lake’s lone someness
she looked like a feather from heaven
so he eagered his reach, meaning
to capture her flickering glimpse
but the breeze from his seize
weathered the wisp from his grasp
and she flurried [...]

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