Reflection

I rise

Walking through the dark cloud

I became a Helmsman

I turned back to wave

It is a goodbye!

The ocean is never still

Wind driven waves

Storm surge..

The strong pressure as the wind blow

across the surface of the ocean.

I traveled thousands of miles

I felt the ship sinking as rough winds and monstrous wind looming.

I shut my eyes

My dress seat towards the wind

Sing aloud! I screamed

Swing low

I opened my eyes reaching Land..

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