White spray splashes the rocks
salt air flying in the sky
the rush of the waves
A sight no money could buy
Tranquility in abundance
a place to clear your mind
listen to the whispers
relax and let yourself unwind
To and fro the waves dance
waltzing to the song of the sea
caught up in hypnotic chaos
an overwhelming urge to be free
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really liked this one Teresa....Wonderful imagery.. Sid x.