Mind doing the backstroke while swimming across
the surface of an evening ocean, stars twinkling
their good nights upon earth.
A bright full moon's rays falling gently like a
child's tears at having lost their best friends
and not knowing why.
No longer seeing them through the years, missing
each one, a feeling of sadness and loss always
now in a picturesque mind.
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