The beach,
i am floating in sand
the colour of pureness
only white can rival
i write my sins on sand
so they can be washed ashore.
The beach,
i feel its anger,
when it comes to the sand.
the waves swiftly swash.
and reluctantly retreats.
taking some sand hostage
i see the beach,
kissing the sky
somewhere not to far away.
silently speaking romantic words
that only the sky hears.
wind strokes the waters
like a lover stroking his solemates hair
and when the sky is angry
it creates a storm,
rocking the turbulent waves
ceasing when the beach apologies
i love the beach,
coz it teaches my heart
how to love a woman.
silently whispering love songs
in to her heart.
thats why i take my love,
to the beach,
so that she may love me
like the sky and the beach.
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