Swimming
The sight of the blue water
Shook me with great fear.
A small pool turned into an ocean
And I cried loudly in tension.?
The sight of the blue water
Was one I had to savor.
Fear and tension receded
While bravery and determination succeeded
The sight of blue water
Finally became much sweeter.
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