You who so quickly
sound the bells
of ever-forever-after
Lay waste the open archway
through which may stroll another.
Too quickly passes
the summer breeze
of freedom's bliss blown dry.
You scoop me up to save me
while others stand idly by.
Perhaps they knew I was just swimming,
holding my breath to take in the scenes
of rainbow fishes dancing
between the rocky seams.
Still maybe it's not drowning
that inspired your brave attempt.
Could it be
perhaps truly
what you see is what you get?
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