Sailboat
Sailboat
By Seha76!
Friend, your sailboat reminded me of my little sailboat first. The shape and color are exactly the same. I give his name, soldier.
When sailing, I want to raise the screen higher. This is not without reason, of course, so people see my sailboat stretching across the ocean bravely even though I'm just a princess.
I like to push the button and step on the gas deeply to navigate the blue ocean. Make friends with the sun all afternoon, make friends with the stars at night, and too many beautiful things to say. Everything is calculated, and executed with precision. I often reap praise for my greatness and courage. The moon and stars also know that.
Until one night, high waves looked at me with hatred. Higher, stronger. The blowing storm is terrible. Thunder thunder breaks the eardrum, but that doesn't scare me. That doesn't scare me, man.
But when the storm tore the screen, I could not think anymore. My heart is full of curses. I panic! For the first time I mentioned the name of God in a rain of dark storms.
The blow made my ship change direction. The front suddenly rises, like climbing a skate board. Steeper to vertical. Instincts call me to continue to live. I don't want to sink. Don't want to be fish food.
When the wind has subsided. Nothing is seen. There are also no ships, also screens. Swim and float myself into my choice that night.
Having a sailboat, sailing again, is still a dream. My friends are the sun, blue sky, stars, and sometimes the moon.
Only I admit it.
2019
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By Seha76!
Friend, your sailboat reminded me of my little sailboat first. The shape and color are exactly the same. I give his name, soldier.
When sailing, I want to raise the screen higher. This is not without reason, of course, so people see my sailboat stretching across the ocean bravely even though I'm just a princess.
I like to push the button and step on the gas deeply to navigate the blue ocean. Make friends with the sun all afternoon, make friends with the stars at night, and too many beautiful things to say. Everything is calculated, and executed with precision. I often reap praise for my greatness and courage. The moon and stars also know that.
Until one night, high waves looked at me with hatred. Higher, stronger. The blowing storm is terrible. Thunder thunder breaks the eardrum, but that doesn't scare me. That doesn't scare me, man.
But when the storm tore the screen, I could not think anymore. My heart is full of curses. I panic! For the first time I mentioned the name of God in a rain of dark storms.
The blow made my ship change direction. The front suddenly rises, like climbing a skate board. Steeper to vertical. Instincts call me to continue to live. I don't want to sink. Don't want to be fish food.
When the wind has subsided. Nothing is seen. There are also no ships, also screens. Swim and float myself into my choice that night.
Having a sailboat, sailing again, is still a dream. My friends are the sun, blue sky, stars, and sometimes the moon.
Only I admit it.
2019
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