I
play in the
sand
of
the oriental
ocean.
My
feet are
tucked
in
the pocket of
the
rough,
black
grains.
The
ebbs of the
tide
are
life in
waters.
At
the far
horizon
are
tiny ships
like
kites
of mankind.
2015
I
play in the
sand
of
the oriental
ocean.
My
feet are
tucked
in
the pocket of
the
rough,
black
grains.
The
ebbs of the
tide
are
life in
waters.
At
the far
horizon
are
tiny ships
like
kites
of mankind.
2015
“Ships like kites” is a great line in a great poem!
thanks! π
Neat and a complete little world you’ve conjured for us.
Thank You Erica! π
You’re welcome, Chester.
π
This is simple yet it’s got a good story I enjoyed this.
Thanks! π