One windy night the sun
sank into the Baltic Sea.
Amber fishermen sailed out
on the Baltic to fish for the sun.
The Baltic foamed through night.
In the morning fishermen brought
the sun on an amber barge to shore.
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Quotes of the Day
Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.
by Emily Dickinson
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His Feet are shod with Gauze-
His Helmet, is of Gold,
His Breast, a Single Onyx
With Chrysophrase, inlaid.
His Labor is a Chant-
His Idleness-a Tune-
Oh, for a Bee's experience