A log of the magnificent journey across the vast sea of my imagination. |
| While we go walking on the sandy beach, we dance with waves from incoming tide and listen to a flock of seagulls screech. The monotonous grind made us decide to embark on this spiritual ride. The ocean breezes wash the stress away. I can't wait to come back another day. Notes on the Rhyme Royal form of poetry ▶︎ |