Only fresh Unknown is home of lovers

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Like fish in a river 

We flow towards the Ocean.

Missing the Ocean,

Madly believing Ocean must be upstream,

We fight and resist the flow.

We argue and protest each other

Regarding the relative upstream direction 

of our common journey.

“Let go and add yourself to the Flow, lover.”

“But it’s madness to leave the common madness! 

It is home. It is known.”

“Only fresh Unknown is home of lovers.”

©Andreea Garden, January 2017