Adriana's Poetry: A collection

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A summery day in September

One, fine, sunny day in the beach

Faded countless of sleepless nights,

Thrown into clarity like the clear waters was the happiness I have been longing for.

Bathing under the sunshine ray,

A lovely day

With my sun-kissed skin,

My drenched hair,

And my sore arms and legs from a long swim.

My footprints were washed away along the shore

Like the stones I had stacked on top of each other,

The cold water

Washed my worries away,

And the warm yet precipitated air

Blew the sorrow.

The sun had set

And the moon and the earth had met,

The moon watches

As the tide rises.

And it rained that night,

Shone the moonlight,

T'was a magnificent sight

With the rain drops falling from the moonlit sky,

And under, sat I who cried.

Sobbed in perhaps nostalgia

Or in summer euphoria,

Ironically, it was already September,

And for as long as I can remember,

Memories of the laughs near the sea

And water getting up our noses and our ears

Were distant memories,

Memories in the distant past.

Upon the seemingly endless sea I gazed,

This was for sure like a paradise for a short, little escape,

And I was sitting on some cloth placed on the sand and in a daze,

Under a tall tree's shade,

Watching the waves crawl gently to the shore,

And listening to music with my earphones on,

What a coincidence it was that the song that was played,

Was named after the beach.

The beach had somehow freed me from the shackles of chaos and pain,

Lifted the burdens of my dwelling in the past,

And my worries for the future,

It had just reminded me to live in the present moment,

To breathe for a while,

To sit in silence,

Thinking about nothing else but the mesmerizing view,

And the delicious, grilled food,

And the sand castles we had built,

And the rocks we had balanced,

And our sandy toes and soaked bodies,

And the cold and deep waters,

And the beautiful skies from daylight to midnight.

If only I could float in water forever,

And when times are tough I can hold my breath underwater whenever,

Because life is like dreaming awake just to realize that far and unreachable are the things we desperately endeavor,

And those dreams are alike of the dreams we dream of when we're sound asleep,

We just wake up to realize it will never come true,

But a wonderful day in the beach gave me a slight sliver of hope,

And that hope might j be my reason to continue.