Aquamarine water
licks my feet.
Its cold tongue
runs across the sand.
Maybe this is paradise,
here in the Mediterranean.
Sounds of curling waves,
splashing rocks and people,
ripples into my own ears.
The golden sun,
rubbing me in its warmth,
floats in the air,
bronzing my skin.
Who could be sad here?
I myself am a lonely man,
and yet here,
I am at one
at peace
with nature,
God himself, even.
Life makes sense,
because I think
we are meant to sit
by the sea
and just watch waves
splash along the shore.
Take me away with you
to a better place.
-EPS
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What I Forgot to Say
PoesíaHigh school. Nostalgia. Love. Heartache. Thrill. All are words we know, but maybe the words fail to come and describe how you feel. Let this collection of poems be those words, those feelings. These poems are supposed to make you feel something, no...
