I suppose I'm just homesick
and missing the beach,
the sand on my feet,
the waves.
My personal haven - laying in a hammock,
staring up at the blue sky through green palms
and being rocked so slightly by ocean breeze.
The city holds it's wonders, I do declare,
But I belong on that magical beach
listening to the secrets of the waves.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Serene and sedate. Lovely!