Treasure Island

Abdul Wahab


The Experience Of Bottom


Have a nice time
Lead a life with fun
I had those, too
And a ship in the sea
Now I quit
Till the time I have heard
the breaking sound
of my dream
in the tumultuous
tide I gain the bottom
before I reach the beach
but in the losing game
I gain the experience gains
which the winner loses.

Submitted: Monday, April 29, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 20, 2013
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  • Marilyn Lott (5/1/2013 12:11:00 PM)

    If writing makes you happy, do it, do whatever fulfills the gaps in you that everyone has. We do our best to bring whater makes smile into our life. Keep writing and sharing. I don't know where these 5's come from but I get lots of them too. (Report) Reply

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