Salt smell…
Gulls,
soaring on the offshore breeze…
Crabs,
scurrying on the waters edge…
In search of food…
Waves crashing upon the shore…
Gently,
breaking the silence of the new born day…
A light house.
Out on the horizon…
Ships sail up and down the coast…
A painting of life…
The perfect canvas of the tranquil day.
The color and brightness,
giving to serenity.
Everything seeming so simple…
Except that body…
Washed upon the shore….
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem