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The Wave

A wave of depression is not something to explain.
It just seems to happen like a freak storm or rain
and when this wave is passing,
it seems you cannot hide
but like a surfer on the ocean,
you pick your wave and ride.
Ride to the end but brace yourself,
because it won’t be easy,
a splash, a toss, sea weed, some moss,
can make you feel quite dreary.
But stay on your course,
with your arms outstretched,
this wave of depression
is just your test.



A creative nut with endless possibilities to offer the world. Just need to start with one possibility - my words.

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