The ocean true and the sky blue
Breaks open to reveal a hullabaloo
They stay hidden under layers
Squeaking quietly, calling from afar
They hide and roam over blue foam
Now, easily venturing, above and beyond
In easy ascend, into heaven's demand
What is left is the power of surprise
Through my own eyes
There in surmise, a stubborn disguise
What is more, a huge shroud
Dotted blue and standing proud
© daniel miltz
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