Stretching for miles, the golden sand invites me
To walk along the beach in my bare feet
To feel the grains of sand between my toes
And paddle where the sand and water meet
The feel of waves caressing soles and tingling toes
Nothing else can matter as I slowly stroll
And as the tide gets stronger and rises upwards
It makes me feel that I am not that old
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem