The dolphins play.
{Seven vague lifetimes away.}
I hear them at night.
{Masters of delight.}
They're Brazilian creatures,
{River besceechers}
Submerged inland
In the Amazon darkness.
They never see blue water,
Unbreaking ocean.
Mud is their blood.
They swim in the shades of trees,
And they never see the sky.
Instead of seagulls, they have monkeys.
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Someone Like Me {Poetry}
PoetryWith power there come words. And with words there comes music. And with music there comes joy. And that's why I write poetry.
