The Rush of Water The fading blue, the greying white, the haze between two scores. Oblivious to your tune, I sing of ocean against my oars. Prey tell your aria before I slip into the boundless brume to ponder On why you may have let me drift on to the bare blue yonder. Without an anchor, a sudden bass, a wishful sense of persistence. Reel me back into your adagio, and seize this growing distance.
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