Before the shore fades away
I'll walk on it everyday
Admiring, the tiny rocks
All the way
To the abandoned docks
Where the waters edge
Is foamy and cold
Waving over seaweed
As if taking, its greener mold
Before the shore fades away
And becomes what people used to say
A vivid imagination, can always see
What this beautiful shore, means to me.
C. Vergara
05/26/2017
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem Charlie. Only a poet can see the beauty of abandoned dock