The thunder starts to sing…
Lightning strikes a move like a poised ballerina.
Rain falls like passion in the middle of hot romance.
Seaweed along shore doesn’t seem to mind the nectar from above.
One lonely ship at sea.
The rain kisses every inch of her.
Wind whispers sweet nothings into her sails.
The most invigorating feeling has come over her.
But alas, her sails begin to drop.
The feeling is long gone now.
She presses forward searching for it once more…
The moon shines brightly above her.
She moves forward.
Wanting to touch it…
Wanting to feel it’s beam of greatness upon her.
She swims further away from land.
Her sails still lifeless.
The shore becomes a line of electricity now.
Soon, it is no longer in sight.
Aug 11, 2013
Aug 11, 2013 at 3:05 AM UTC
The thunder starts to sing…
Lightning strikes a move like a poised ballerina.
Rain falls like passion in the middle of hot romance.
Seaweed along shore doesn’t seem to mind the nectar from above.
One lonely ship at sea.
The rain kisses every inch of her.
Wind whispers sweet nothings into her sails.
The most invigorating feeling has come over her.
But alas, her sails begin to drop.
The feeling is long gone now.
She presses forward searching for it once more…
The moon shines brightly above her.
She moves forward.
Wanting to touch it…
Wanting to feel it’s beam of greatness upon her.
She swims further away from land.
Her sails still lifeless.
The shore becomes a line of electricity now.
Soon, it is no longer in sight.
