The pontoon; a cornerstone dwelling, adorned in sheer opulence.
The post-meridian sunlight, cascaded by the lips of chic visors and clings of porcelain crockery ripples over the water.
The ambience of mirth furbishes the cloistered millpond; hidden as a sequestered abode.
Panache so stringently honed, embellishes the camaraderie of the folk, in a reticent sport being strung by all; 'who is the richest of them all?'.
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The Lucid Memoir
PoetryAn Assortment of Poems and Observations with perhaps a tint of personified disclosure at times.
