Deadly Waves

 

 The train was crossing a river and I was sitting on the step , I could see the waves were dancing through the reflection of glimmering lights, a fine breeze took my mind away and put it in a deep whirl of some painfully awful deep memories. I could hear the rail squeal of the train but my dense mind thought it was my heart beat.
                        Suddenly I could feel your arms around me holding me tight as I was flipping away. I remember I held your hand tight for the first time when the train passed through the bridge and I told you I'm too afraid of seeing the waves from height , then you put your hands around me and said I'll hold you, so that even if you drip away I'll come with you......

                        It was a strong whistle sound of the train, I woke up from my sweet depressing daydream. I could see the waves below my feet flickering through the light rays. I tightly hold the railing for not falling down for these beautiful and deadly waves.



 




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