Sep 2014
Divided we stand,
Each but a grain
Of sun-kissed sand
Together, a beach
Of sun-bleached strands,
United as each
Sips waves like wine,
Proud to stand,
Brothers in sunshine.
Each but a grain
Of sun-kissed sand
Together, a beach
Of sun-bleached strands,
United as each
Sips waves like wine,
Proud to stand,
Brothers in sunshine.
First published 15th Sept 2014, 20:35 AEST.
