Floating as a Peaceful Thing
Floating as a peaceful thing
In the calm water lake,
An hour ‘mongst the lake weed
Is all that I can take
Before I feel I’d disappear,
Under water, cool.
What is it that I usually do?
I must be a fool.
Here I float and dream and BE,
Soft green leaves touching me.
I am a mermaid.
No I’m not.
I am the things that I forgot.
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