We saw the ship at the far Seas. It the was calm then, very calm after the storm but a smoldering breeze crept in.
The ship swayed left and right.
Left.
Right.
It shook, it sighed, it pushed, it resisted, it struggled but a series of big waves came.
They blast the ship.
In the middle, on the sides, at the front, the back.
Small chunks of wood.
The oil spill.
Limp on the water it lay.
The weather changed, the clouds darkened, darkness smeared its fragrance all over.
Oh! the turbulence.
More ships swayed, the thirsty angry Hail walked in.
Head high.
Demanding attention.
She opened her mouth and blew a kiss : a kiss of death.
Of terror.
More ships were destroyed, sailors were displaced. A harbour nearby blew up, yet another gave way.
The mess.
The disruption.
She kissed some more.
The ship on the high seas heard the warning.
They are scared, petrified, unprepared...BUT
The HAIL says she wont stop...spreading her love, her kisses, her touch.
She wont stop until she is given an audience, the audience that sank HER SHIP.
The way you interweave your words Kilonzo is simply awesome. Yours is the pen. It is by it that you fight and vanquish your battles. It is by it that you express your deepest desires, thoughts and aspirations. Keep on keeping on.
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