A never-ending
blue horizon
meets my
weary eye
waves of pastel
crash over
the sand scrubbed
shores of my skin
cool foam
white & bubbly
wash over my sun bleached skin
an eternity of perfection
and ambience enclosed
in that last minute
before you pack up
and go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good poem. I like the fresh wording of 'sun bleached skin' to describe the color of your skin. Short, yet effective. Well done. -Michael