I’ve grown complacent
On this river,
Its resolute waters
Conducting me helplessly
Under the florid blinds.
But I am beleaguered
By the constant shore
Relentlessly at hand.
One errant ripple
Will settle me in the mire
To end in dismal irony,
Forced to concede at last
That I was meant for the sea.
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beautiful reflections in the water, dappled by the ripples. for me i think that no matter what direction we drift to, all rivers will eventually run to the sea.
(but fret not, if all reach the same destination, then that would mean we'd all meet. hehehe :P )
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