The ocean waves curl
before rushing up the shore.
Their watery fingers exploring
before retreating back once more.
We stand bare feet in the sand
as each wave encircles our feet
and for a few moments, we feel
the waters felt by millions before.
(11 August 2011)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
short, sweet and to the point...a snapshot in time which is captured beautifully!