Stromy Day
Stormy Day
I lay on a sandy crystal beach
wind whistles its eerie tune
I lay on the sand
Salt water stinging my face
Crabs are running along the shore
The morning sun was a floating on the horizon
Like a golden egg
It was a nice day to go out to sea
We got our boat out to float
And set sailed
We were on the abyssal ocean forever
And abruptly the clouds blockaded us
Like hostile big cats
The waves thrashed the ship up and down
And water drenched our faces
Then it came out of no where
A rouge wave
And then I was engulfed
Gasping for breath
And my water filled lungs could hold no more
Then the world closed up on me
And then nothingness and gore
I was floating in the air
Where am I?
It was bright
Have I died?
Was that the end of my life?
Then I saw the people all around me
My body lying on the operating table
Some piece of wood sticking out of my body
Then I fainted
I knew I was alright.
That Stormy day
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