Beauty In The Sea - Poem by Alan Browne
Standing in the sea.
Golden skinned beauty,
Perfection to see.
Ireland I replied,
Ukraine she smiled.
That is all she could say,
No more I could say,
looking at each other,
Amidst the salt and the spray.
No English she said,
No Russian in my head.
The conversation was born dead.
All alone in the Arabian sea,
Blond beauty standing next to me.
Stranded in an uncomfortable pause,
Unknown cure to an unknown cause.
I hinted her name, Joanna said she,
While standing together in the Arabian sea.
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