This is from the school diary, a poem I wrote in an off-period...
[The idea actually came from the flower I had drawn (below) to pass an otherwise idle class]
Gone with the waters,
Carried on a breeze,
The petal floated on,
Swirling with the currents,
And pushed by gusts -
Winding and recoursing,
Submerged or merged -
The petal floated on...
On and on, and on...
Onto the heaven
Over to the hell
On its destiny,
Over its self -
It floated on...
Forever on.
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