Ripples Mesh
Danielle Myre (10.29.2012)
The ripple of my tide,
Meshes with yours.
Filled with pride,
It explores.
Set in the unknown,
Holding everything close,
But all alone,
Everything slows.
Stuck like glue,
Unable to move,
Am I you?
You only disapprove.
This is the way things are,
There is no escaping.
You are my scar,
Continuously shaping.
So the ripple of my tide,
Matches and meshes,
Your life at my side,
It always refreshes.
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