i can feel the call of the sea <br />the rustling waves coming to me <br />soaking my feet to a soothing chill <br />i tip toe as i watch passing sail <br /> <br />i look to the horizon with born longing <br />bow my head; hands in my pockets; mumbling <br />lovely seashells that waves wash away <br />dancing with sand; tumbling to the sea <br /> <br />teasing seagulls circling overhead <br />must be hungry; never been feed <br />crushing waves a melody to my ears <br />in symphony with my hidden fears<br /><br />Manonton Dalan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-are-you-42/
