The beach sweeps to the horizon.
Black specks:
They're people there!
Insignificant
In vastness.
Tiny dots
Enveloped
By sand and sea and cloud-flecked sky.
© PB Humberside,12\9\2009 at 12.30AM just before sleeping. Amended 12\9\16.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Those 'dots' are often horses being ridden or walked along the sands.