Waking up to the sound of breaking waves, watching the skies
in different shades… morning coffee by the beach, makes u want to lie there
like a leech…
Staring at a boat, so far away… seems to disappear slowly,
the early morning grey… the freshness in the morning, it’s a subtle addiction…
how can one just leave, without any friction…
Lay like a log, horizontal all day… wait for the evening, to
find its on way… Hippie’s dancing, all around the bay… wonder where they disappear,
during the day…
You get on the beach, feel the sand on your feet… the touch
of the water, like a silk pleat… far away, yet so close… you see the sunset,
preparing the day to close…
Its just between day & night, its not too dark not even
bright… the shinning star, above the bar… the lights in the ocean, a distant
dream… a feeling of shallowness, a need to pursue the light… out of the blue,
the moon comes out bright…
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