I miss the afternoon walks at the beach.
Tight skin from salty air.
Grubby feet and fingers from the beach sand.
The sound of peace, tranquility and solace.
The smell of ancient infinity.
It did not taste this bitter.
I learnt patience from the fishermen.
I will therefore hold o to it,
I will live my way into 2016,
For I will be with you.
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 9:09 AM UTC
I miss the afternoon walks at the beach.
Tight skin from salty air.
Grubby feet and fingers from the beach sand.
The sound of peace, tranquility and solace.
The smell of ancient infinity.
It did not taste this bitter.
I learnt patience from the fishermen.
I will therefore hold o to it,
I will live my way into 2016,
For I will be with you.
