I see a river flow.

No second thought;

Started off an odyssey

On a raft.

Going with the flow,

An easy task; I knew.

My journey forward

Forward, forward.

Sand being left behind

On the banks;

I think,

They too saw a river flow.

The sun dries them

To the last of their moisture.

My raft, getting weary;

But, think otherwise,

Said the sand.

Nightfall, fog, chill

Trying to take over me

But, one thing

Kept me pushing

The deep, blue ocean.

The sun rising;

Demystifying my doubts;

Resurrecting hope;

And, now I saw

An ocean, vast.

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