Jul 2017
The pink waves of the sea,
Under the afternoon sun,
Do come and go
As memories,
So softly.
The rosy sands,
So thin and tender,
Do observe the flow of them,
As this poem does.
Under the afternoon sun,
Do come and go
As memories,
So softly.
The rosy sands,
So thin and tender,
Do observe the flow of them,
As this poem does.
