Take me to the sea
And let me taste the mist
Of a splintered white surf
That you may call a kiss.
I long for the beach,
The scent of a palm tree,
To stand between roaring waves
As they seep through me.
I'd die for a sunset,
Lazy over the deep.
A painter of his own accord,
On the ever-changing sea.
Jan 29, 2021
Jan 29, 2021 at 10:35 PM UTC
Take me to the sea
And let me taste the mist
Of a splintered white surf
That you may call a kiss.
I long for the beach,
The scent of a palm tree,
To stand between roaring waves
As they seep through me.
I'd die for a sunset,
Lazy over the deep.
A painter of his own accord,
On the ever-changing sea.
