Pebbles on the shore.
Rocks from the sea.
Their existence reaching back from the depths of time,
An era of another life
residing deep within.
Strutting from the shore,
lies a pier with a story.
Day upon day,
Endless waves crash in upon it,
Embedding traces of time
Deep within the wood.
Life moves on in mysterious ways.
Existing around what’s there to be found.
Oblivious to the depth of time that is daily passed by.
The end of a day,
Brings a hush to the shore.
But as storms come
And storms go,
Waves bring….
Pebbles on the beach
Rocks on the shore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem