Water, trapped wherever,
Waits and waits
To spill out someday
By a lifetime love
As the call finally taps
To instantly catch the flow....
To roll over
Towards an overwhelming exploration
But, of course, in full swing
And without any regret along the go.
Water just seems to be like a woman
Who's dreaming all through her life
To uproot herself from all useless past
For a final abundance to humbly abide.
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