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Letter 2: Stray Waves
It is a new morning
The rising sun peeks among the clouds
To greet the world underneath it
To give hope to a new beginning
As for me, a teenage girl,
I am the first to greet the beautiful sunrise
Signaling the start of my daily work
A busy routine of the present
I spend most of my time with the ocean
Eating with it,
Sitting among the sands,
Watching as the waves go by
Feeling the cold tides of the wind
The sea breeze that comforts me
The clouds that melts my eyes
All these things are the purest among their kind
The ocean whispers to me
Singing sweet songs upon my ears
Swinging my heart with it,
Capturing my soul with it
I always stroll upon its shores
Picking up seashells
Or anything that catches my curiousity
A hobby that I love
I feel at ease
When I am with the blue water
The small waves that brushes my weary feet
Is a calming presence to me
I then felt something hard touch my feet
I lowered my gaze to see it
Succeeding in activating my curiousity,
I cradled it within my hands
This is where it probably started
Shaken by fate's gift
My peaceful life was disturbed
Caused by a stray object
Within my grasp,
A small bottle sits
Carrying something precious with it
Delivering an unknown message
YOU ARE READING
Tides of Time
PoetryA short story in the form of a narrative poem...No matter how much time may pass, if two people are really meat for each other, they will meet again...Two childhood friends that were separated were brought once again through a single paper boat...
