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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Shove me down the shallow water , Where the sound of the shrill shrieking subsides .. Where stones float and bubbles drown , And toads make love to leaves And leaves to pebbles.. Shove me down the pond , In a manner , that I never make it back . To the surface , That is water Which changes form due to condition .. And hides the shallow water , Creating a perpetual ambiguity .. For I can't drown I must be shoved in .. How I long to be shoved in that shallow water .. Where I must breathe misery , And never die of suffocation , Where I must be hopeless For being fearless Or vice versa A few Dawns I must remain In some shallow water .. And one fine dusk When the water cools And coils it's life into a slumber sleep .. I must rise And fling up into the night sky , In pursuit of the stars , And for the norm , Gravity must bring me down , To some barren sands. I must hit hard And lie on dreaded sands , And wait for wind , To tarry me along , Whilst the winds decide , I must cease to weep And wander And occasionally loathe living .. Years or decades or centuries later , When it would be difficult to judge -out of hope or desert what was barren on a higher accord .. A certain summer wind would blow , Till it would reach a noisy shore , Where my remains would crawl into a crooked wooden boat , With a sailor bereft experience , And relatively indifferent crew .. The sailor ,after traversing a few miles from the port , Would leave the boat on its own .. And it must float To meet some silent shore ..
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