Buoy(s)

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Be aware of it, where it floats nimble and undisturbed,
Undulating its red circle of inflated rubber by the breeze’s whim.
On its marking place, beneath the surface, once a bird,
Yellow with azure, sunk its beak and with a fish’s heart soared. 

Since then no golden fish fills wishes to beings lost in their swim.

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