The sun softens its glare as decides to set,
Letting the wind pick up its scent,
The scraps of clouds drift around as lost ships,
The rolling sea moans in delight of the day spent,
Each speck of sand glistens with glory,
Letting the wind pick up its scent,
The scraps of clouds drift around as lost ships,
The rolling sea moans in delight of the day spent,
Each speck of sand glistens with glory,
With a longing of a lover they are wait,
For the velvety night to slide its cover on them…..
For the velvety night to slide its cover on them…..
ACR Moon
Lovely imagery…you paint with words and photographs.