To your delight a fall has endured itself
And destroy it by flying, this life is for flight
Into the heavens as fast as speed itself.
Fade an ocean on its bed under the very water,
Go there tonight when no one is listening,
Perfect strategies recall a timing, a sound
That water makes and defines,
The powers are few in the sight of oceans,
Kiss a merman or mermaid as the case presents,
From a sacred oath do find these creatures
Along the rivers as well,
Always their movement manages food and drink of water
And salt.
To your delight, my ears jostle with hearing of your voice.
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