The Palm trees sway under a gentle breeze, <br />beneath them are the golden sands <br />that lovers leave their track upon <br />as the stroll along in the moonlight. <br />A romantic hideaway <br />from the world's prying eyes <br />where lovers can stroll <br />without being hindered by anyone. <br />Their traces will be washed away <br />on the incoming morning tide <br />as if they were never there. <br /> <br /> <br />11 October 2014<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/golden-sands/
