She glitters,
she shines,
the light loves to bounce
everywhere that she does
sends it curving around
her, and shifting the spectrum -
the prism breaks wide,
all the colors
catch wavelengths
and scatter to hide
in her eyes, as she tosses
her glorious locks,
she surfs away gaily, and I
wake
in her wake,
and wash up
upon rocks.
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