Aug 15, 2017
Beach, my beloved place to begin making a poem of joy
I feel the warm air
I watch the blue water
I look at the open sky
I stand up on big stones
I smell steamy salt, shell, and sweet
I can see,
People do selfie,
People enjoy the scenery,
Children are happy,
With their building castle perfectly,
And their joining hands, with their family...
This gives me a massage of nature
Her words are soft and kind
and her gesture is rich in symbolism
That we need to attune ourselves
to the world around us to feel-
and to understand its subtle nuances
From the beach, I wonder with His creations
How small I seem to be walking
at the extremely wide beach is
and at the extremely big stones
And how I feel so alone standing amidst
the infinite expanse of the ocean
Thank you, Yaa Allah...
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《Photo taken in Kute beach》
Actually, this is my old poem. I posted this late. My poem was written because i felt so deep visiting beaches...
