History is Crafted
There is an untold story within me,
A narrative waiting to be penned by my own hand.
Tears cascade down, my body trembles,
As I revel in the joyous reminders the ocean sends.
The cerulean reflection reveals the gifts of time,
An abundance of memories from my days as a surfer.
Oh, how the waves I once conquered,
Curved and roared as I danced upon their surface.
The crowd chanted my name, and I...
A narrative waiting to be penned by my own hand.
Tears cascade down, my body trembles,
As I revel in the joyous reminders the ocean sends.
The cerulean reflection reveals the gifts of time,
An abundance of memories from my days as a surfer.
Oh, how the waves I once conquered,
Curved and roared as I danced upon their surface.
The crowd chanted my name, and I...