Upon a beach
must after sought
feet our toes
the fingers they
know
That which
upon all
wish to walk
small grains of
sand
do so
talk
A pearl saith me
can so become
the wise oyster
to take me
in
The sun shinning
down
backs hot
into the sea
all run for
comfort
Into the
ocean
Salty skin
fresh clean
smell
towel drapped
around
does make
all feel well
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow.. v sweet poem :) or so i feel :)