Water
Golden Feather Poetry
Water
The water moves lazily
The stream follows
Down and down
Reaching the end of the mountain
But not before it crossed a river
A few hills
Maybe a little house
Moved along the grass and the flowers
A splash here and a splash there
Reflecting the sunshine
Slowly and relaxed
The water moved till it reached the end
The end of the mountain
Jump and fly
Like the fishes and birds do
Rebel and fight
Like how the wind does
But the water just moved
Slow and then quick
Into the sea
Losing its own choice
Isn’t that just like how people are?
Following others, losing their uniqueness
Then what was the point
Of that exciting voyage you did
Before becoming mainstream?
Just like how water moves into the sea
Losing the you
You actually are.
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