Hot summer breeze, on a sultry Saturday
And not a soul outside, how long will this
Be confined
Various feelings come screeching, fluttering
Some sit and stare, while others turn and
Fly away
Of all there's one that swims submerged
Below all, and keeps flitting
In and out
It doesn’t pain, it doesn’t laugh it doesn’t
Even cry, just sheaths from inside
All the rays of light
And there's a weightless buoyancy which
Shifts around, hauling in and pushing out
As you drift along...... ahead.
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