The Summer s Day

The summer’s day,
a holiday.
The beach will blend
all colours, then
will mix its blue …
The sun will brew
dark ocean waves
in sandy caves
and fresh sea-weed
would not admit
that it will grief
the end of drift.

White sailboats
bring heavy loads
of bright new shells
and strong sea smells.
The happy mood
is so acute.

Oh, mighty wave,
I will be brave.
you take me in -
I cannot swim…
Salt water, sand,
then quick ascend…
I take one breath
but dark sea mass
has dropped me back
and hurt my neck.

I get to shore,
the throat is soar,
sand in my hair,
sand everywhere…


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