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Where Sea And The Sun Meet

I can hear the roaring in sea off the coast of Null with big boats engine penetrating the deep and the loud chatter of the fishermen in in the middle of the ocean screaming and shouting as they pull in their nets with hundreds of big trout trying to break out.

Thats the biggest catch they have made all week and so the joyous celebration on board went on for about an hour drinking vodka and eating snail before they made their way back to the shore.

There is a splendid magic in the sea and you have to search high and low to find it, the fish will take you there and you must find it and released  it before the end of the year.

Oh precious watery sea you lie there with your open bosom looking at thee, your slippery body spreads out on the ocean floor, waiting for the mullet to play hide and seek under the reef and swim with you back to the shore.

You have exposed yourself to the fish monsters prowling around in the sea, and they have the perfect recipes selected for thee, see the Viking boat over there,  you have nothing to fear they have lived in the water for centuries and they know everything about depth of the ocean.  The ships are way out yonder  so move your boats to the other side.

The waves are beating on the rocks trying to pull you back into the sea. The sea gulls are everywhere ,on the shore and flying in the air, the sun is beckoning you to come because the entire village is on the run. They have broken village door and everything is washed out on the shore.

The sea gulls are getting ready for a meeting see them landing on the shore and greeting one another at the door, the tide is riding high, tension is decreasing and ships are entering the shore.The sea and the sun will meet and sign the final decrees  to settle your heart beat.

Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2023

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