On The Beach - Poem by Adryan Rotica
do you hear it
idle chatter, ocean tumbling,
scarcely touching runners as they,
glide past their shadows meeting salt
and spray on sweated skin, and thru this mist,
dogs pass walking their owners away, on days like this
time lazes captive, until time gathers us, to pack up our things.
we are water babies, once in our bathers, time turns back, like kids with nothing else to do but leave our foot prints in the sand to be blown away, by fresh wind, on a calm uneventful sea, as the world passes, noises ebb muffled on a distant swill, whirled up in greys and blues and sombre greens of the sea, that 'watches us' playing on the sandy shorelines immense beach playpen.
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