My body's floating like a feather
It has no fear to fall
My mind is thinking:
"Mostly, there's water — what is the difference where to float?"
&
The sun is getting closer
My arms are getting tired of waves
—Still thinking:—
"Next to it — the wax will melt; below — the feathers will get wet"
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I'd really like to know any of your thoughts. Thanks!
A moment of clarity? A precarious position? A day in the life written beautifully!
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