Sitting Poem by Adieny Nunez

Sitting



Sitting by a lake and watched these ducks move around. The lake water was only going one direction, while the ducks tried To reach another. The harder they tried the weaker they got. As they tried, the water still remain to push them the opposite way. Reminded me of life, how even though in some paths we cannot enter, we still try.

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