I love you.
I can see you,
What the hell is new?
I wait.
On the sea shore.
With toes digging into the sands core.
Go on laugh at my poetic score.
I see so many rush to the sea,
Waddle and paddle,
Quench their mystery.
Intelligence is a gift, I agree.
The tides of your youth ebb and flow.
I am eternal.
I wait for the ocean to come.
To me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem