Remember feet embedded into the sand
As waves washed over them
We quickly ran back so they couldn't catch us
If they did we would stamp on them
We'd run away from golden sherbet sand
But make castles from same sweet powder
We'd lay and play from morn until the setting sun
On the golden beautiful shore
I'd love just one last time
To watch the sun set upon that beach so pure
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well formed poem that brings back memories.