Open Water
The soulfull blue passes on all sides
On the air birds fly,
Over places, over nothing, over sea.
Going across the world, just to see.
We follow them on our own,
Some with family, some alone.
Yet we still go over endless blue with nothing else to see.
For this is the endless sea.
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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