Sand In Time

Upon a beach
must after sought
feet our toes
the fingers they
know

That which
upon all
wish to walk
small grains of
sand
do so
talk

A pearl saith me
can so become
the wise oyster
to take me
in

The sun shinning
down
backs hot
into the sea
all run for
comfort

Into the
ocean

Salty skin
fresh clean
smell
towel drapped
around
does make
all feel well

by Scarlet .....

Comments (1)

wow.. v sweet poem :) or so i feel :)