Cool waters lap the white sands
Oceans salted taste, upon my lips
Birds circling, hesitate to land
Sun's warm glow, touched upon my skin
Memories of once loved fingertips
Your love my only, desired sin
Soft cool breeze, the smell, so sweet
Rising peaks tingle down my back
Memories of your tender heart's beat
Clouds forming, colouring black
Tears fall, impressions in the sand
Alone, no touch of your gentle hand
washed away in the ocean's sand
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful imagery - tender poem - I like it- in fact I like all your poems- my only complaint is about the name you gave yourself- well it's your choice - who am I to object to that?