never realized I glitter in sunshine,
but forced to think which is mine,
never thought breathing fresh air,
and someone taking so much care,
I am dying, aah, dying,
this was not me.......
but I will be out of this sea
I am glad, you caught me
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very natural rhythm i find in these touchy lines.But this poem makes me wondering to know the muse.
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