blue waves bring white foams,
I sat on the beach,
longing for home.
enjoying the slow life of Sicily,
as I nibbled on a chocolate chip cookie.
watching as the sky meets the sea.
sand, hot and dry,
content, I give out a small sigh,
standing up
the waves rose to the sky,
as if saying its last goodbye.
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Random poems
Poetrypoems have always sprung out from pure emotions , and I guess that is the closest thing to knowing ones mind better .
