Often still waters run deep The deeper they are, the less rippled they become. Yet the more wavy they are, The shallow they become. Often wavy waters are painted through The more color they get, the shiny they become. But still waters are never painted The less they get, the deeper they become. Often shun run to these waters The more they're avoided, The more they're ignored, The more they stay. Yet rippled waters are more not shun And yet the one who tries to go And yet the one who tries to run And yet they run more. Often waters flow Because streams rush from the sea, Because the sea saw their pain, The sea called drought. Often when still waters are gone, When still waters are dead And when water flows within We realize our tears and forever lost the waters that stilled.
Reason for writing:
It's never too late to love those waters that stilled. Isn't it?
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