Monday, 22 February 2010

Poetry 09 - The Sun Sets

The sun is still setting
whilst you walk on the shore asleep.
The breeze is blowing
and we talk of this and that
as the ships sail by.
I walk with my feet in the water, ankle-deep in.
Cool and refreshing,
without any sin.
The evening is early,
a line of cars go by -
hooting incessantly as
yet another is wed.
The water laps.
It is the end of the day, perhaps.

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