A pen and a paper,

And the deep blue sea.

A dive into the past,

To set my soul free.


Melodies of sunset

Come rushing back.

Dancing on waves,

By fishermen’s shack.


Empty beer bottles,

Thrown on the sand,

Drunken young lovers,

Lay hand in hand.


At the call of dawn,

Fishing boats fade.

Into the horizon,

Of a pale blue shade.


Conches and shells,

Picked with care,

Dreams of tomorrow

Castles in the air.


Countless thoughts,

Like froth and foam.

Rise from the shambles

Of an empty home;
Feet in the sand

Is a man of years!

The salty water

Tasting of tears.

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