Glide so silently looking down at the moonlit sea slowly getting closer so feet skim the surface and spread drops no higher than your ankles while water gains height covering knees and shoulders go under forcing arms to start swimming for hours they're treading and finially they stop letting tiredness creep in as a board floats by with arms around the body floats to lands side.
Just a little experimental poem I felt like writing.
Chexed
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