The sun lowers
The beach glows gold
The day's almost over
The shore washed with foam
The cliffs ink leaks
Soaking the sand
As pairs take seats
With their loves in hand
The wind blows rough
Sweeping the sun
But only light cuffs
For the sweet love buns
The moon reflects
In the hydrous abyss
As eyes trek
On stars forming lynx
In the night sky
Deeper they plunge
Until their shut-eye
Wakes up to the sun
Aug 28, 2012
Aug 28, 2012 at 1:11 AM UTC
The sun lowers
The beach glows gold
The day's almost over
The shore washed with foam
The cliffs ink leaks
Soaking the sand
As pairs take seats
With their loves in hand
The wind blows rough
Sweeping the sun
But only light cuffs
For the sweet love buns
The moon reflects
In the hydrous abyss
As eyes trek
On stars forming lynx
In the night sky
Deeper they plunge
Until their shut-eye
Wakes up to the sun