Wednesday, 2 February 2011

The sand warm on my feet,
the sun burning my left cheek,
the water lapping along,
to the hum of the jet ski's.
The smell of coconut sun lotion,
and orange lingers in my nose.
I look across the sea,
as it stretches for miles.
Never ageing,
never changing.
But when I look back,
rotten pieces of wood,
where the boats once stood.
The chairs- no longer there,
and my skin no longer supple,
as it once was.
They can still be there to me, to us!
God bless your soul.

By Nicky Mason DMU.

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