A Writer’s World

I am a surfboard gliding on a wave

Gently going with the flow of the water

Cutting a path as I carry on

The wave breaks

I am in the curl of a teal colored wall

Knowing I will find my way

There is an opening in the wall

Destiny is brought to me

I follow the right path

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