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The fish

I see you rising, lose your vision when you disappear.

Hopelessly far,

sometimes so near. My heart smiles when we play our game. We are of a different kind,

our soul is the same.

You are like a fish who swims

in the Seven Seas,

I am a flying bird watching

you from above.

I feel the dolphin‘s kiss

for his dove,

wishing we understood

the language of love.

2016 © Manou Fines

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