Sunday, 9 June 2013

Stranded Island

I suvived…

 Wet and cold

soft and hard

pondering thoughts

on this vacant rock

survivng off of these coconut

surounded by sea water

the sound of the water

clashing against these jagged rocks

covered in sand

as the bugs fill my hand

casting my line

to feed my rumbling stomach

thoughts of starving children runs through my mind

the thoughts in my head continue to collide

awakened by the air brushing against my face

feeling the sun razes


beauty around me fills my gaze

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