May 2020
I want to be there...
When the sun would shine
upon the ready sand -
and presents us gold.
When it spears
into the excitable ripples
of the water -
and gives us emeralds.
When it caresses
sun-hungry skins -
and gives them back
their lives.
.
When the sun would shine
upon the ready sand -
and presents us gold.
When it spears
into the excitable ripples
of the water -
and gives us emeralds.
When it caresses
sun-hungry skins -
and gives them back
their lives.
.
I miss the beach.
(🇸🇬)
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