The warm breez brushies my face, the cool waves lapp against my legs as the sand greedely consumes my toes, my feet then ankles.
I hear a bird sing its soft melody of love and joy at being free as I watch the fish shole with amazing blinding colours, swaying one way then another with the grace of Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers,
I am complete, I am happy and I am free.
As the day ends and night begins I breath free and easy.
LOL I think you meant Ginger Rogers LOL. This is a very beautiful and picturesque poem that gives us that calming walk by the water's edge. I used to sit by a river and write poems when I was in my teens. My poem The River That Flows is about that river. A 10+++++ and thank you for sharing this beautifully image rich piece. Love & hugs, Barbara
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem. I like the reference to Fred and Ginger. Makes the poem better. Yes, sand is greedy. I have noticed that. Do you like James Joyce? Your musings remind me of him. S.