The winding road that I called “Life”

Princesses of Tides

Breeze in your hair,
Sea salt lingers in your taste,
smell and swirl around your senses.

Raindrops fall from the sky,
as if she is not yet filled…
wishing for land now and then
till the sun rises and sets…
shimmering down on you
hands golden brown, warm and cool
all at the same moment…

perhaps it is not that bad at all…
being a seaman
out with the great open ocean,
Experience a new frontier…