The creaking of the boat on the endless sea.
The sails whip, ropes dangling free
Up a wave in a soft rise
Down again, traveling to see what lies
Over the horizon, where the winds run.
Over the horizon, where appears the sun.
The waves come, endless, searching for shore;
Why they search, no one knows, nor what for.
The sky is clear, the winds are high
One could just stretch up and touch the sky.
At times like this, nature inspires me,
And I realize just how close I am to eternity.
The only thing better than these sailing things
Would be if I could fly on my own wings.
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Random Short Stories
DiversosThis is just a collection of random stories that I have created. Not much, just short stories that didn't have enough for a full story but something I just had to write. Enjoy! XD
