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The Art of drowing

This is a synopsis regarding time and its lack of patience .At first glance,you would say that the main idea is the act of drowning but it is not.The true protagonist is time;which is clearly stated in the tittle "The Art of Drowning".It is simple enough to say that we have envision how it  would  seem when your going through this situation due to its straight forward image conveyed.In this whole orchestrated escaped of images such as water, a fish,and cinematic/picturesque nations achieve to emphasize the them e of the poem.Collins simply states that time is waisting away and we do not realize  until  an event such as a near-death experience occurs.This is an eye opening realization on how precious life and how easily it can be taking away; which leads us to value every little second of a day.

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