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Pools of Longing
Pools of Longing
Sara L Russell, July 9th, 03:11am
That it might come back to me, that sweet sensation,
When i would reach out my arms across the cool light blue ripples
and push off from the side.
Then would i glide
out across the water, as a white crane glides across the sunset,
as a white cloud hurries brightly on a warm southerly breeze.
There are trees
when I go walking; butterflies and wild flowers too. They seem
comfort enough for a short time, in parklands and along the lanes.
There are trains
I may never ride on, there are buses I am still rethinking,
There is time enough for drinking in the the cafes and the bars;
But oh my stars,
what would I give to go back swimming,
gliding weightless once again, free as the birds that skim the sky.
Copyright ©
Sara Louise Russell
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