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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