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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I travel beyond the depth of time trying to figure out what is mine. I float on the surface of the sea with the sun spilling its radiant energy all over me. I drift for days, fighting against big waves while the turbulence in the air merges with the electrifying current in the sea kept pulling me towards an unknown destiny and the world stands still and watches the oracle unfold. My boat is drifting and I don’t know where it is going; I am surrounded by multitudes of sharks and killer whales hiding in the dark, they try desperately to overturn the boat but ocean gravity keep me afloat above the ocean floor. The world wraps its energy around my waist and the flowing tide kept pushing me towards the human race. A mighty rush of wind spun the boat around pushing it in a direction with all the energy stored up in the Pandora box. And then a loud sound billowing from the depth of the sea, sends an airplane crashing out of the sky, with a profound message upon which to rely. Get ready for the next air parade, you will have to take the fight to sea before the next full moon so get the prisoners of war out of the town and bring in tankers, submarine, drones and missile to take the soldier home. The ocean with all its deposits has its own burden to carry and the seagulls gallivanting on the shore fighting for rotten fish that mysteriously ends up into your dish, and the baker on the stand wipe his face with a maternal skirt and the residue that is left behind is more valuable than the divine. I can hear the great big waves rolling in the middle of the ocean and Queen Mary blowing her horn with a fleet of ships rolling behind her and a carnival crew dancing in front of her. Everyone seems to be happy as they headed towards the shore leaving the dark measures on the ocean floor,
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