On the Golden Beach, without a care, I saw the divine Goddess with sunlight shining in her long, blonde hair.
She brushed the sand from off her feet, flip-flopped past me into the street to buy a ball from a market stall, and then, back she danced to a hard rock beat.
On the beach she tossed the ball, to her son, then to me and we played until the sunset said time for tea.
I was tired but have no fear she told me her name was Claire, and wrote her number in the sand.
The salt -kissed winds and the sea went crazy as they swept the sand away. Only then I knew it had been some day, as 'life is a maze and love a riddle, ' it is all I have to say.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem