POETRY
I let the waves sweep away
my legs are dancing
in the cradle of your joy
I look far away
Away on a bluish horizon chime
which unites the sky and the sea
but the moment passed
move away from the charm
With your white sand
pounding waves
and the joy of the kids laughing
smile and dimples
tubs of sand strokes finger-fingers lentik
the occasional wave greeted him
time never to return
running even running
Let me see you
not just a string of dreams
I wash my feet in your sight
Follow me 
