Going Up

Read my daughter Nitara’s poem on Mermaid 🧜‍♀️ and her expedition

Tenderquill

It was dark everywhere
Dark like mysteries
Dark like shadows
Dark like the deep alley of the ocean bed

Linda was a mermaid
She went up to the surface every night
To see the glaring moon
And she was heading up now
In the darkest of the night

But she didn’t mind
She liked the dark
Actually loved the dark
The more she went up
The more she felt the waves
She even saw tiny fishes
The water was a little hotter
Soon she saw a whale

She felt that she was closer
Her tail kept hitting the water
Until the time when she rose up
To enjoy the glaring moon
In the middle of the night

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