the waves splashing, <br />against the mountains... <br />as i take a drink, <br />from a fountain. <br /> <br />where the dolphins, <br />are swimming... <br />while the sunlight, <br />is dimming. <br /> <br />the fish swim, <br />around them... <br />like they are a, <br />dead piece of limb. <br /> <br />as they swim, <br />across the open sea... <br />they realize the dolphin, <br />that they are meant to be.<br /><br />Sissy Nixon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dolphins-4/
