O wait, let me swim
and see You here
In this water, my dear.
Are You the fish
Touching the sky
That is near?
I am here
Playing with You
Hide and sick
I am here
With no non-sense
Belief that is fear.
O my dear, let me
Say a few words
That have lighter
And You at the center
Approve as sharper
I am not a strainer.
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