Laying in the wide sea of blue
waiting for the next wave of current
to sweep me away
It brings me nearer to the shore
or is it the light playing with my eyes?
The glare of the scorching sun
burning my skin, eating in deeper
It's hard to breathe
The next wave comes along. Whoosh!
And again, and again
Will it never end?
In the distance, I see a float
It's beckoning to me to swim to it
Against the current I moved
Mustering my last bit of strength
Finally I laid on it, holding on tight
It says to me, " You are now safe in me."
A flower cannot blossom without sunshine, and man cannot live without love.
Freshness
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