I'll jetski on the surface.
I'll snorkel through relations.
My head above the water.
With an escape route ready.
Never too deep. Easy breathing.
Hence, I'll never be a diver.
I'll probably never see the wonders.
Or, catch the big fish
and my hands will never hold the pearls.
Of the deep.
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Strands of Time
PoetryA collection of feelings, hurts, experiences and lessons learnt, felt and lived. A road woven in time for 9 years and continuing. Information for Readers: You'll notice in the titles, the poems run from "Class 7 to Class 15", I started writing from...
