The Ocean I
By Tegs
Twisting, twirling beneath the surface.Bubbles flying, knotting around meTiny fish, tickling my whiskers.The cool water caressing my back,Sunshine through the waves, warm and empowering.That bright big face, smiling through the spray.Anenomes darting out of view,shells scattering the sea bed, as if sewn onto a beautiful quilt.Perfection, serenity, freedom. Written October 25th, 2001 © on Oct 24 2001 05:28 PM PST 0 • 10
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"Twisting, twirling beneath the surface.Bubbles flying, knotting around meTiny fish, tickling my whiskers.The cool water caressing my back,Sunshine through the waves, warm and empowering.That bright big face, smiling through the spray.Anenomes darting out of view,shells scattering the sea bed, as if sewn onto a beautiful quilt.Perfection, serenity, freedom...."