My Sister and Me
Sisters
By Cynthia H
For now they know how it should be;
Two sisters slowly approaching the sea
Two different souls on different waves
Which slowly ebb, fill future days.
For an image and a reflection they will never be;
Just two lonely waves, upon the sea.
Their source the same, but as they flow,
To different shores, they’re sure to go.
CC 1976
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By Cynthia H
For now they know how it should be;
Two sisters slowly approaching the sea
Two different souls on different waves
Which slowly ebb, fill future days.
For an image and a reflection they will never be;
Just two lonely waves, upon the sea.
Their source the same, but as they flow,
To different shores, they’re sure to go.
CC 1976
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