Treasure Island

Abdallah Mpogole

(30, July 1982 / Iringa, Tanzania)

The Sea


Morning to the sea first ever for me,
Full of fish that fools around me,
The big sea that I wished one day to see.

Number of fishes with colours and behaves wildly,
Some are like we and others eat that deadly,
The sea with no end and deep get me fearly,
I now love this to See as it gets me wisely.

The Big Sea I swam in it and drink water that are Salty,
That I see many I've ever wish was easily,
This sea I will one day die no heir to be Legally.

With my eyes seeing and my ears listerning I wont let the Sea,
With my power and energy the destiny is that Big Sea.
I will try and try to reach the depth Sea.

Submitted: Sunday, October 17, 2010
Edited: Friday, January 07, 2011
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