15/05/2025
Beneath the surface, hearts align,
In silent rhythm, pure design.
They move as one, in perfect grace,
Each stroke a dance, each turn — embrace.
No words are spoken, none are missed,
Just water’s touch and choreographed twist.
Trust is the current pulling them near,
Friendship the anchor, steady and clear.
Behind each smile — strength and fight,
Endless hours, day and night.
But when they rise, the world can see:
This is more than sport — it’s poetry
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