My message in a bottle
the story of an aging angler
just an old battler
A new wind rising
unwelcome change
Shifting sands of
desolate shore
Setting with the ocean sun
tide tossed sea side greed
abandoned shells
driftwood
splitters
weeds
Seaside Memoriam
farewell
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This speaks of utter desolation and abandonment. Your writing is good.