an eternal child sunbeam verses playing;
on a warm sandy summer beach running
with a friendly offshore free wind dancing;
warm bare wind sun kissed skin stopping;
to write a few words lines in tidal wet sand
with found beach driftwood stick sun dried;
salt touched wanting wanting to write words;
ephemeral words in wet tide swept beach sand
words an incoming tide rushes in to wash off;
Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem