The Net

I wished that love
	was not far-flung
	as foreign coasts
	and little sailing boats.
	
I wished for love
	in crimson waves,
	and wandered on
	lonely as the dawn.

I wished for it
	and learned to fish,
	and in fishing 
	learned to love.

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