The Sandy Beach (In Slave Lake)
Small waves hitting my knees as they wash on the sandy beach,
Feeling the dry sand sticking between my toes,
I race across the sticky sand as if I'm crazy.
The Salts of the water fills my nostrils heavily,
Small waves are splashing gently and seagulls screaming softly ,
Gray-blue skies hide the sun from my sight of vision.
Kneeling on the wet sand, sand softens in my hands,
A windy breeze sends chills all over my body,
Gazingly looking back to the water as I wander away from the sandy beach.
YOU ARE READING
My Ballad of Stories
Poetrythis is a book of my own poems. and some short stories. I hope you will read it:) give it some love lol