A Message To The Sentimental
The shockwave dancing in circles,
Ripples over me.
The thoughts pass like water drops,
Collecting to a sea.
My hand permates the mirror,
Extending past our weave.
An image of our past,
And a bond into our dreams.
The puddles bloom another view,
A stationary stream.
Through the ravages of storm,
Again I reach through seams.
With a flashlight and some faith,
I'll dive into the deep.
I'll fight off all the current,
Denying each defeat.
Caressed by the waters' cold,
My heartbeat slowly stops,
With every fleeting moment,
Connected by the dots.
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