for picturing a sight loving you

 


sitting at the bottom of the ocean staring up

unchained yet bonded to the land

dreaming of swimming to surface

I let go of gravity and float up to you

pretending I fly growing wings I do

for being as special as you in the sea

wondering who how is touching I

reaching out for any thing hand

touching the top I find a spot 

push through only to grasp the air 

as I drop back to land as happy as a clam

for picturing a sight loving you








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