Tresses of silver
like slivers of waterfall
slip from your neck.
Trembled sun
plays its dance
on the falling
like bright rainfall
before a rainbow
or frolicsome sun
shining on a rivulet
as it hastes
like children in the playground.
Here is the siren's
whispered entrancement
gripping
like the strand
of spider's web
that glistens with a frosty smile,
belying it's power,
and captures the greedy eye.
Which is the treasure,
the tumbling silver
or the one bejewelled ?
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