the same for you
Not much else we share
But the air...
The fish don't even see it,
seems unfair
somehow
Perhaps the odd dolphin
catches a glimpse:
'Hey look fellas!' says the leaping dolphin:
'The sea ends: there!' squeaks he,
pointing a fin
Fish would struggle to understand
the concept of horizon
I am a fan of the horizon
Two lines made seamlessly one
No lines made seamlessly straight
Every time calmly,
perfectly
Nature resists perfection
though she achieves it in
every fibre
We are not up to the grandeur of the horizon:
No theatre so grand
No parade so extravagant
No tower so tall
As it has always been -
and will always be
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