The Sea Swallow

Like a swallow, cradled softly by the whispers of dark waves

I descend just like the sand, in the deepest, darkest caves

A gentle flight through burning bubbles, down I freely go

Releasing the last breath of air that I had kept in tow

This is the end, my dearest one

Of these seaside picnics, where grass and sand are spun

The final bubble floats away

We’ll never meet again someday

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