would you be all dress-up for beach walk
some prefer not to; sneakers and shorts
i love barefoot because of feeling earth
i can't describe the sensation that goes
with it. go try to feel what i have in mind
i bet you, you will, i believe you will love
i wish i could read lips so i could hear
the sea; for some infinite wisdom it keep
on reaching my feet. it could be an invitation
or wanted me to wash it. all these seaweeds,
trash are filed up on shore. is that a sign she
refuse to take more from us. maybe it's true
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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