The
beaches of my time
Along
the wake in the morning and night
The
sound of waves splashing to the shore
A
sight of nature; a gift from God
On
the rattan chair looking to the sea
The
early morning where fishermen go fishing
The
roaring of activities on the water
The
gliders too take to the sky
Holidays
season tourists locals and foreigners
They
gathered on the beaches lazing under the sun
The
eyes ogle the foreigners subathing on the beach
The
easy way their lives exchanges the locals eyes opened
The
children making noises glee in their eyes
The
sand castles and families tie
The
bonding of parents and children
The
smiling faces the voices of gay
The
cats will walk by
Meowing
on the concrete turf
Eyes
glow smelling of raw fishes
The
fishermen return the day is setting
Life
on the beach
No
traffic jam no busybody
Sip
my drink watch the sunset
The
many years I spent on the island
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