The sun, a golden coin, dropped in the sea, Its brilliance rippling out to every knee; The waves, they dance, reflecting light so grand, This moment grasped, a pearl in time’s own hand.
- John Gould Fletcher
The sun, a golden coin, dropped in the sea, Its brilliance rippling out to every knee; The waves, they dance, reflecting light so grand, This moment grasped, a pearl in time’s own hand.