Aurora Borealis
First-class ship bound for Norway
o'er glassy seas 'neath cold dark sky
they met passing through the gangway.
Sizzle, pop! How the sparks did fly!
She a cellist, he a sweet guy
both cruising to view Northern Lights
but once they caught each others' eye
different splendors filled their nights!
by: Nancy Jones
For Nette's contest, “Hutain this one....”
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