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A pool of limitless sky, Sometimes blue, sometimes white, Sometimes a rippling cloud that wrinkles by, A mirror that tells lies; I’m not a water baby, Mouths do not breathe deceit, They inhale it: a facade and false alibi, A place where sun reflects But does not penetrate. Leaf islands harbour here, Lying back on the cool sea Oval on the green path’s dip. Footstep’s past – forgotten; Unlike the unbroken wind Ringing a betraying envy Of a Tsunami warning, That bends the cobweb! Like a pond skater’s gait, Water tunnels tobogganing down a window Leads to confrontation or discovery. One worm to another; Pink flesh takes casualties, Soak up the dirt and Digest the stones; a crocodile, You amphibious beast! A swamp of self pity; You own this to nature, Swallow your shallow sorrows. Originally written in 2012. age 16
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AuthorSamantha is a doctoral researcher researching the power of figurative language in advertising, social media, and mobile technology. Copyright © 2022
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