From the pier, I see you drifting on the ocean.
My little sailboat is calling.
It cries out to me beckoning that I travel upon the open sea.
Let’s sail away wherever the winds take us.
Can you feel the briny water on your sturdy bow?
I feel the oceans salty breeze upon my face, a special caress.
Aimlessly we’ll sail along finding new passages of adventure.
Discovering magical islands where rest and solace are key, and rainbows create a peacefully blissful scenery.
Enchanting islands will embrace me as they appear, while images of amicable islanders wave a welcome greeting.
Word Count: 100 words
Photo Prompt©Jeff Arnold
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