i am out in open sea
beaten by the searing sun
whipped by the chilling winds
watch the fish flee
as night time's chilly fingers
stir the waters darkening
there's no one here but me
slapped by the ocean spray
sunken by the salten waves
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can hear, see, and feel this description, Chelle.