A Weekend At The Beach

Poem By Warren Augustus de Guzman

A never-ending
blue horizon
meets my
weary eye
waves of pastel
crash over
the sand scrubbed
shores of my skin
cool foam
white & bubbly
wash over my sun bleached skin
an eternity of perfection
and ambience enclosed
in that last minute
before you pack up
and go.

Comments about A Weekend At The Beach

Good poem. I like the fresh wording of 'sun bleached skin' to describe the color of your skin. Short, yet effective. Well done. -Michael

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