The past took a visit, was brought on like a wave.
Everything gone and lost at sea - gathered at shore.
But water moves constantly,
What you can't fish, someone else will capture.
Everything gone and lost at sea - gathered at shore.
But water moves constantly,
What you can't fish, someone else will capture.
1 comment:
beautiful. i think of lures and catch and release. that is not only self doubt . sometimes the fish tank gets stirred up and things feel worse than they are
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