Ocean are blue
it reflects the skies.
That's why the water is clean.
It can purify a person,
when you bathe the moment
you feel the breeze that touches your skin.
But I was thinking how come I almost die?
just because of that water
On that ocean, the blue in the sight of me
Blue color is the reflections of the skies,
Why I end up almost death?
No trauma I mean.
I was just thinking maybe heaven is calling me to get there.
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