Reflected into the blue;
Shock of tiny circles sweep seagulls through;
But I feel the sweeping blue;
Comfort of clear fountain purple;
Honest whistles of a whistle must;
Blow to the wake of trees and sway;
Into a reflection of another day.
On me - so elegant past a feeling must.
A clarity worth not dreaming;
The sea flowing into the constant shares hands feeling;
Oh me - lightly walking until so soft with honesty;
Closing in - underneath all the covers.
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