A drop in an ocean, plunging in for a bath won’t make me the drop of the day.
Just at the blue top, no need to utter out the “marine”.
The water won’t move it but calm down it got me longing for someone.
Moving to the cliff, the beauty of the reefs won’t leave at my spot. I just don’t get it when the breeze sweeps me off my ground, but wouldn’t mind lending my heart to the sea.
The shade of the ranging waves won’t let me make my wish of peace without a pearl in hand.
The melody of “cheers” with sand caressed pebbles tells it all about its unease just way it is...I mean, something in resemblance with “relative ease”
About the Creator
Fred Musoke
I want to give my writing a fragrance. I mean, that redolence which won’t only outlast my generation, but will also nudge the souls on Mars.
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