I walk along a melancholy strand,
Hearing music played too far
To be meant for me.
Drifting down the beach,
Distorted by erratic wind,
It faintly pulled,
Like the withdrawing tide
Pulls flotsam from the shore.
Here is where you haunt me.
The hiss of the returning waves
Whisper your name,
The cry of the gulls call,
But you will never answer.
Your image is torn by breeze and spray
Fleeing up the sand,
Hiding in the hollow dunes.
Beautifully written a story of love and loss and nice description of the seashore i love the line Your image is torn by breeze and spray
i love it. it is refreshing to read a smooth, understandable, grammatically well-constructed, and beautiful poem on PH. thanks for sharing. i give you very high marks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bursting with a beauty that is very creative!
Thank you!