write a your own poem about water (only two can enter in and only 1 gets brainliest, but i love them all :P)

I wonder if I would ever notice water, had I been born in the oceans with fins for limbs. I suppose then it would have been my air and I would have moved within it more easily than a bird in the sky. As it is, I love dive within those salty formless arms and feel the freedom it gives, transparent and blue, soft and strong.

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