on my reflections down the beach
i saw a boy.
his storm torn eyes focused straight
ahead. not the glorious
setting sun,
but the whitecapped,
raging waves
held his rapture.
i invited myself
to join him and questioned 'why? '
he halfsmiled patiently
and said, 'the waves don't leave me alone at night'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'not.. rapture' was a fabulous line. An imaginative write, Alexzia.