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**Being of Land and Sea



Being of land and sea by Mariah Pompa

A tangle of brown and blonde curls,
wild smiles,

Always finding her at the pier,
breathing in time with the waves,

With the way she stares at the sea,
I would swear she was one,

A free spirit,
her eyes always shining,

Once she dives in that's it,
She'll search the ocean floor for shells, trinkets, and more,

Swimming through the waves with envious ease,

How does she do it?
what's her technique?
There's no answer,
Not for the likes of she

She was born for it, the sea
a true mermaid that one,
born with human feet.










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