As she gracefully glides on the sand, madras blue tears falls down her checks.
Her heart shivers and quakes as she tightens her grip around a gold locket.
Peering over beyon the ocean view, her leg becomes full with downcast, dispear, and doubt.
Reasoning with all possibilities, she finally comes to a conclusion that the seven seas has consumed the treasure of her existence.
Filled with empty content, she begins to feel like a plantarium resting in her soul.
Standing in the cold grains of the beach, she waits for her sailor, who she knows will never return to shore.
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A Drop of Thoughts
Short StoryA book containing a series of short stories and poetry. The stories varies from genres, views, lengths, and age appropriations. These collections are specially made to be short stories. Some are random, thoughtful, and time consumed. They are just t...
