AL (november 7,1957 / dapitan city)

...With The Sea Breeze

alone looking where my feet touches the ground of sand
waiting something that would cool my skin as the wind
hurriedly calls the sea breeze echo in a distance cliff

whisper gently calm my breath, even the sun shield my shining
skin, as droplets of sweat cover my face calling me back home
to rest

rolling of stone knock my feet crushing my fingers knowing
that time is coming to dark, yet! seagull calls me back home
though the wind remind me to stay

comes my attention clever as it push, riding in the sand
wrestling with the wind and calling the wave to where i stand
all have just come to take its ride, for nothing than a
fortune of time has gone

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nothing than fortune of time, good writing, thanks.