Sun flecks falling like molten gold, speckling the sea
The sun is slowly sinking beyond the Brooklyn Bridge
A shimmering golden arrow points toward me
And the tens of others standing at the dappled sea's ridge
Sunspecks dance upon the waves
Suncircles glitter and shine
Chasing each other in play
I wish I could freeze this moment forever in time
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