crystal clear water i see
use to be full of living
cold must have did cleaning
settle all debris way below
would be disturb when rain
well muddy dark mix solution
i balance myself to wood plank
skirting lips of created lake
i see my wiggly shadow dance
pasted on those orphan balls
fading with high salt sea water
i only reach with my tiny eyes
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