Beneath the dark and roaring sky,
A girl set sail, her spirit high.
The ocean calm, the winds at peace,
A journey filled with gentle ease.
But fate would shift, the storm would rise,
With lightning's fire and thunderous cries.
Waves like mountains, fierce and tall,
Would test her heart amidst it all.
The boat was tossed, the night grew cold,
A tale of terror yet untold.
Alone she drifted, lost at sea,
A fight for life, her destiny.
A dorsal fin, a shadow near,
Her heart raced fast, consumed by fear.
Yet through the storm, her courage grew,
She steadied breath, her strength she knew.
The raging waves, a wild refrain,
A symphony of beauty and pain.
She swam through chaos, bold and strong,
Each stroke a beat in her survival song.
At last, a light pierced through the night,
A beacon's glow, her guiding sight.
She screamed and waved, her hope aflame,
The rescuers called, they spoke her name.
Pulled from the depths, she found her place,
Alive, unbroken, filled with grace.
The storm had passed, but left its mark,
A fire lit within the dark.
For in the depths of trials dire,
We find the strength, the soul's own fire.
Her tale reminds, through fear and strife,
The beauty found in storms of life.
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