lets head down to the beach
we can watch the waves wash sand from our feet
stare at the lights on the horizon
are they ships that are leaving or just arivin'
lets go for a walk
we can smile and have a long talk
remember the wonderful things that happened today
moon seems brighter and waves wash the worries away
lets go 12 hours back
remember the buss ride remember the shacks
sweat a little and laugh
is it really time to go i dont want that bungalow
let me hang my feet over the edge
here in Cua Can its water under the bridge
5 more minutes please
to soak it in before i have to leave.
i have to leave.
i have to leave.
The water arts really makes me like it. It's sounds like an old 50's song.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Jordan... Come back to class. We need your presence