Stevie Taite (30th January 1973 / Kent, England)
Streamlined hands spear the lake, cascading a rhythm repeated
Smooth undulation descends with each stroke I take
A perpetual movement where my weight is defeated
Streamlined hands spear the lake
Effortless, graceful, no splash do I make
White noise sees my stresses retreated
Leaving my worries back there in my wake
A mile, maybe two, body and mind, meditation completed
Wonderfully tired, beginning to flake
The waters do witness a tension deleted.
Streamlined hands spear the lake.
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