Two Worlds
Floating in a lonely place,
rocking beneath the latticework
of sunshine on my face,
Cool, clear-blue waves shirk
from the outstretched hand I place
upon the silvery hue.
Sunlight beams down from high
through the leaves of lace
Stuck in the middle of two worlds I lie
At peace with both,
I wait.
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