What ripples within

 

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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