Every little feather that caresses face
Everytime the breeze alights to catch breath
There is a feeble ripple deep within
Smothered amidst turbulent basking waves
The sparkle on the green white face
Pretends to reflect the glitter from deep
The pyre of sunk carcasses of ripples
Those we chose to ignore and forget
Left behind in an open cage overnight
But too feeble to fly to life and freedom
The board beckons with his gory hand
Deprived of flap of the futile wings
Held firmly with neck on the pillow
A neglected demise of what ripples within
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