Before the days were nukbered for my sight to fade could once see partly
standing in the water rushing above ankles soaking up tights looking down at feet
grins of sand washing ashore some clinging fiercely to toes
marveling at the brilliance of the sun mingleing with the ocean
hides immediately behind fluffy clouds that turn to shapes on clear skies
a couple rays escape to embrace the water lovingly
wind swipes at hair tied in a ponthqil bare skin peeping away from sleeves up to forearms
lureing attention afar almost forgetting i am seated on wet sand
if only the wind could pull me apart touch smell feel sight affectionately
the sky the sea the clouds could be the wallpaper to bedroom
if i could fly with the wind i would travel to
countries scattered at the seven oceans familiar and not soak up all the cvture all the cusine all the dialecs
,do ini am land bound at the beach called sandbanks
watching the sun set to keep fresh in imagineings future
pying farewell to the beloved ocean
signalling that it's time to get out to change in to dri Pothing
Written by Muniza Master
