Ripples of Love are often seen with people drowning inside of them.
Hands above shore waving all around,
Madly,
As others walk by like,
“Another one got caught tonight again!”
But,
What happens when you’ve made it to the other side?
Making it to shore after crossing what seemed like a puzzle just to swim by,
Feeling like you’re on track from the starting grid with a strong drive!
Till you’re hit by currents striking headfirst while you paddle for your life!?
Do you turn around and smile at the fishes in the sea who died,
In the name of a promise you’ve made,
Yet!
Left behind…
Do you?
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