tap dancing on top of a rock at the bottom of a pond, lilly pads and sunlight seeping down the murky atmosphere around the performer. that is how i first saw you, my youthful contender, as a spectacle to be seen. with the virtue of an etheric visage who carried out a deed for the fish and the kelp-like flora of that proverbial pond.
"i couldn't love you more because the was no more of you to love..."
the koi swam with a grace that seemed like slow-motion, casting their sculpture-like shadow down below. with the sway of plant life your feet contrasted, for their speed was unnatural in this place, as was the vigorous displacement of bubbles they created.
my fred astaire of english garden ponds was wearing a most becoming penguin tuxedo and his hair was fettered around his head in a liquidic manner. his ivory smile dazzled the water sprites, who lit the stage while they were enthralled by his choreography in transfigured time. bathing him with their light, he glowed and was seen from tens of feet around. from all around all sorts of living things crawled, swam, cavorted or simply spilled across the pond floor to catch a glimpse, to see this most strange manifestation...
i remained knelt over the bridge that ran over the pond staring down into the light, where the little man danced, cheering everything in his surroundings and making everything smile with its aura.
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