Cold drinks like a winter night,
Sunglasses in the style of 80s
A book like a ticket.
Ice cream melting,
Surfboards fighting,
The competition arise.
Naked bodies around,
The rhythm goes on,
Tre heat on its peak.
YOU ARE READING
The touch of a soul
PoetryJust A poetry book Poetry comes from the highest happiness or the deepest sorrow. -A.P.J Abdul Kalam
