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That day we'd go sailing
Hearts beating Pulses racing Feet chasing Our boat Gear in hand We found dear Marquet and Escaped Past the sand Calm and floating Gentle waves Seized the day! Dove over the deck Splashed and kicked Beneath the water Pulled the straps, but my Mask didn't fit Salt lapping my lips and Eyes blinded a bit, but I found calm Controlling my breath Grabbed you tight We dove under Colors echoing so pure Dabbing canvas with paint from the tubes Life is made adapting gills Flipping fins Jumping in Growing scales The Dance Now, we're Halfway through Matisse is waiting We're dreamscaping To the sound of the percussion Drums humming She beckons our ears Hearts pure Music making Pigments fleeting Clicking Beating Nature calls is to revival It's Art! Modern Abandoning Pressures which plague us Or kill the natural cadence of tides Song of Songs Long ago Sun glides across the water Isolated Transient chanting of tribes Beating a tambourine Acoustic cacophony As a reckoning Draws nearer to rhyme Schools escaping Frenzied pacing Moon fish kissing Our faces Naked slow dance In a Fang Mask Hearts romance A flicker Of light |
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