#89-Sandy day
28/10/2017
The sun feels warm,
Even in the fall.
A few strangers linger around
Listening to the sounds.
The breeze plays hide and seek,
As waves gently retreat.
The sun burns my skin,
But it feels nice,
Reminding me of life,
That can cut like a knife.
But in the end,
All is fine; all is fine…
