The mountains higher than any man made object, stood fiercely upon any visitor, the calm waters which once rain arrived were not so calm, created small waves which splashed softly upon the shore, is this happiness to you? , oh that little fishing boat which floated gently on the waters, but what if it may sink? Oh that little fishing boat broad and small which silently floated aggrieved, alone, abandoned by it's owner. Will the fisherman return to his prized possession?, the soft breeze touched the leaves of the emerald trees, making them sway and wave to the visitors, but when September comes around will the leaves still be alive? Oh that little fishing boat, why are you sad little fishing boat ?
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Oh that little fishing boat
Short StoryA descriptive piece if writing, about a lost boy with depression trying to imagine what happiness may feel like
