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On the sea

fly like a free bird
you’re away from the absurd
feel its pulse
from then on its your pure impulse
liquid glass lays ahead
as we rise from the dead
purely by the power of waves,
in which I chose to pass the days
the ocean gives me life
for land is full of complexity and strife
floating about the endless space of beauty and tranquility
I am able and swift with pleasurable mobility
the refreshing sea always so clean and vast
and beneath the surface it is so still and serene you cannot hear one blast
as you dip below, the lack of oxygen and clarity raise your senses
however the deep, unexplainable connection lowers your fences
not for long, you rise to the top effortlessly and with grace
the constant hug and gentle movement, oh yes this is my place






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