Paddle by Paddle

A sudden strike of wave,
Washed away a handful of dreams,
Hopeful seedlings that one day bud out,
Trade or compete for a legacy.
Yet, trapped in an hourglass,
Like sand dripping slowly,
While the clock danced away from boredom.
Paddle by paddle,
In the middle of tyrant waters,
Dusk was there, waiting.
Bubbles went off one by one.
It was a countdown,
And solitude was near.
With it, there was a flicker of fear.
It was too late for them to see another dawn.

By Angelico D. Aputen

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