Hello friends,
this is my latest poem so I would be glad if you read it and if you imagine yourself somehwere on the beach, near my fictive house :-)
House on the beach
Old wooden house on the beach is a witness of my various stories,
to spend the time there is like a magic, it wash away my all bad memories.
As if the sea was able to flood my soul with happiness and peace,
as if the sea was able to give me special moments I will one day miss.
When I wake up, I open the creaky door to go out, to smell salty air,
I feel as a part of this beach, meanwhile the wind is playing with my hair.
Watching the hightide gives me energy, sun just woke up, new day is here,
my feet dance slowly in the cold sand, my mind enjoys this atmosphere.
At such a moment I don´t need anybody, this place is my best friend,
I am sitting on veranda, sacrificing my wealth and wish - there is no end.
Comments
Oi my over the mountain range neighbourica,
What a lovely blog, I can actually feel the salty smell, and the cool sand tickling my are feet.
All I can do is to echo your lines:
Your house and my dacha are door to door,
Our feeling walk hand in hand by the shore,
Filling our days with happiness all day long,
And our heart and soul sing the same song.
Is good to think about it, because in my daily routine I have no time to myself.
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