My paddle dips into golden water,
Gently splashing,
The glassy water.
The board glides,
Creating a trail of where it’s been.
The bubbles mark the area,
Marking where it has stood.
The water understands,
Respecting the boat,
And parting ways to let it through.
The paddleboard is strong,
Plowing through.
My paddle dips into golden water,
Letting the board show its stance.
Gently splashing,
The glassy water.
The board glides,
Creating a trail of where it’s been.
The bubbles mark the area,
Marking where it has stood.
The water understands,
Respecting the boat,
And parting ways to let it through.
The paddleboard is strong,
Plowing through.
My paddle dips into golden water,
Letting the board show its stance.
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