Everyday the unseen poet creates the sand palace......
He waits inside with his last unread poem for the tide to come.....
The mighty waves engulfs his creation and the poem rests deep below unnoticed....
The poet is left alone on the shore with another poem in mind.....
I am waiting for the day when he can witness his last journey, , , , , , the waves will be strong enough to take him with his unread poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem