Breathe Deep

Rushes forward,

Rushes backward,

Working over the bumps.

Sometimes calm,

Sometimes naught.

Always moving, moving, moving.

Working up the courage,

Floating by this place,

Rushing to greet us.

Aquamarine, Sea foam green,

Blue, blue, blue.

Clear enough to see through.

Like an ocean in the current.

We have all become obsessive.

Never stopping to enjoy life.

Can you stay still for a moment?

Breathe deep.

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