{"sf1_id":513349,"sf2_id":"214b0dGm","title":"Water: a poem","author":"Chekhov","words":92,"posted_at":"2013-03-14T18:16:00.000Z","tags":["Clean","Otter","Poetry"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/513349-water-a-poem","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/214b0dGm","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=513349\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"Water  \n  \nLike a blanket it envelopes,  \nSupports the body, the mind develops,  \nMoving through it there is freedom,  \nWeightlessness and life all around.  \n  \nComing up the air is breezy,  \nThoughts are gone and life is easy,  \nKicking and swirling to stay above,  \nEnough time to catch ones breath.   \n  \nGoing down once again,  \nMoving in elegance and then,  \nFeeling the lightness under pressure,  \nA smile plays across wet lips.   \n  \nThere forever we want to stay,  \nSoaring weightlessly, but to our dismay,  \nUp again we must return,  \nOur bodies not meant to be free.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}