Blue
For want of air he doth thrash
At this line of silken sash.
For lack of breath he doth stir
As his sight begins to blur.
For loss of land he doth dangle
With neck at an unholy angle.
For need of ground he doth float
O'er the water of a murky moat.
Copyright © Danny Stinson | Year Posted 2011
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