The smell of the sand raced at me
Peace was the sea gently raping the beach
West pulled by view to the hill of trees
As perfect meditation suited within reach
Spare me dose of the setting sun
So that this picture is framed in my heart
Post me a comment as pleasing as fun
# Tag I was dreaming before it got dark
Let this moment play like an i-tune hit
A sound that is blown from a con-shell
May this evening resemble a mending kit?
As Ela Beach draws me to home’s return
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem