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Fishing Lanterns
Lanterns on the prows of the fishing boats
Attracted curious fish in great shoals.
From the wide shore of the fishing village
The lights bobbed like flames of departing souls.
The full moon peeped out every now and then
From the dark clouds drifting steadily by,
Building a staircase of silvery beams-
Visible at those moments- from the sky.
Slate grey, charcoal, silver were the colours
Of the seascape view I had before me
With fiery red and orange from each boat-
The contrasts, feasts of artistic glory.
The matchless scene lifted my spirits so.
The long night suddenly was much too short
But I painted that picture in my mind
To return there when to dreams I resort.
