Fibonacci: Golden Lake

Golden Lake

Golden Lake


Golden Lake

See Sails
My heart weeps
With longing to leave
To feel the wind cold on my face
Sadly, sailing days are over, never to return.

Syllables: 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13

13 thoughts on “Fibonacci: Golden Lake

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      • Just emerged from a technology black-hole, so everything is a little of target, and out of kilter at the moment (more a flow on from the comments). Reading again, your Fibonacci, Golden Lake, caught me thinking, reminiscing about a “Cool Change” a bit of a song by Little River Band, from more youthful days.

        But yeah, sails, wind, and water, nothing like it, well maybe there’s a few other things, but its up there, sailing.


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