My little Butterflies.

Friday, June 17, 2011

Salty liquid.


Like a captain of the ship, thee shall not abandon it even if she sinks.
Getting lost in it. Getting so synced with and in it.
The unpredictable waves.
Sometimes high, Sometimes low. At times overly crazy then suddenly calm.
Predictable winds that blow but unknowingly of the destination that's headed.
The water, how lovely it is in the colour blue.
Some clearly seen, some vague to the eye.
Some so deep that you could die. 
With coral reefs that could kill.
The wonders inside that is so beautiful that is deadly.
Saltiness in it's essence, so similar shed by someone with so much sea on the inside.
If you're ever surfing this, I hope you get its drift. 

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