this feeling, by Pete This feeling my feeling Never still ripples on the surface Across the pond our

pond a tiny tsunami thrown up by flint quick, faster than light a wave reflecting off shore off your far off shore Our children's hands splash and hurl back Neptune's air with the ease of the moon Colliding, cancelling out joining into high peaks Plunging into troughs and rubbishing

forever reflecting off The far shore Ever drawn to you the tide I hold my breath

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