Bubbles of happiness
The comfort of solitude
The pleasures of the soul
The making of a dream.
The froth of waves
The sifting sand
A swimmer's gaze
The depths to fathom.
Plunges he right in,
Towards the coral floor
Oh those bright fishes
And spiny sea anemones!
The weeds, the grasses,
Like meadows in spring,
O what colour
To the sea floor they bring!
Then comes a shadow
Large and mysterious
Casting its darkness
The fishes, disappearing.
The roar of thunder
A flash of lightning
A tall wave, crashing
A swimmer, struggling.
Determined the man,
Heads towards the shore,
As rain comes pouring
A swimmer, struggling.
Finally he finds,
Sand beneath his feet,
An unsteady gait,
A disappointing wait.
And wait he does
While noon turns to dusk
A spirit dampens
A dream implodes.
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