As the path entwines,
It moves towards a curved tip,
The faint light falls on a dog,
It reflects a shivering state,
Dark as dark can be,
A split second misjudgment,
A plastic in the street,
Whistles all around.
I wake up in the ship,
The waves seem rough,
The waters hit the deck, hard,
The winds cools up the hot burning feel,
It’s windy how can it be hot?
The waters splash against my face,
Feels a lot cooler now.
The waves seems to be dying,
The feel of queasiness seems less,
“The shiver seems to be petering out”
The sun seems to be rising,
The light slowly increases density,
The dog still lies still,
The only trembling figure seems me.
Influenced by Persia and Strange Thoughts both from this blog site
