Treasure Island

Lindemberg Pereira da Silva

(04/03/1985 / Brazil)

'The Beach'


The waves
come and go,
come and go...
swept by the winds.
The boats
follow like so,
in all the beach.
The sunrise
come and go,
come and go...
while the life follow its destiny.
The clouds above the sky
come and go,
come and go..
leaving us the rain.
The love into the heart
come and go,
come and go...
leaving us some pain.
The birds and the seasons
come and go,
come and go...
changing everything around.
The merchants
come and go,
come and go...
exchanging their places.
Life always
come and go,
come and go..
and once a time
it has gone,
it wont come back anymore.

Submitted: Friday, December 25, 2009
Edited: Sunday, December 27, 2009

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  • Amy Marie (2/25/2011 4:58:00 PM)

    The beach is a great thing to write a poem about...well done :)
    I like how you relate the beach to coming and going. (Report) Reply

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