Monday, 8 September 2014

Walking On A Beach


It's early morning
alone on the beach am walking

No one around me
as far as the eye can see

Except for the birds, charming
and the music of their chirping

And the stray dog, the vagabond
sniffing, rummaging in the sand

The swaying palm trees 
and their 
rustling leaves 

The crashing of the waves
and rhythmic exchange of crests

The swirling wind embraces me
scared, a crab darts away from me

The smell of the salt in the air
the sheer freshness of the air

Just the vast blue skies above me
bare foot, feel the cool wet sands below me

Eyes devour all the glory
even as each moment is a new story.

The gentle morning sun rises
paints the skies in riotous hues

The horizon rapidly changes colours
dispelling dawn, a new day arrives

Retracing my footprints, reluctantly
 walk back into the day, slowly

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