Take away the chlorine and see
Water not yet purified,
Expansive and mysterious as the ocean,
Curious and shining and rocking.
Passions bled bloody, cerulean, and Amazonian,
Dirtied by chemicals,
Made happy by hope.
A flash of white that brighten the cobalt colored vastness to the intensity of a
No filter can cleanse the sturdy, swaying tenderness of the human spirit.
As unique and dancing as it is,
No amount of coverage can block,
Water turned into wine.