A Tale of White Sand

on my top fishermen carved trail sow spirit steps whispered roar of expectations Away empty- handed back with results destiny is there however smile with udder waves saw things were never the same everything changed my white face a holy canvas lovers painted pure love browsed the pace of beautiful life danced with white froth hand in hand meaningful and confidence revealed the meaning of love saw that pure peace extant on my top grinned ankles praised the natural charms shorebirds raced sounds butterfly showed their beautiful wings dark horizon looked wild remained fierce storms saw sunset right to change all so beautiful my tale is real for I am the real witnesses not a mere illusion my tale is classic remain touchable revealed in verses not heard by ears no one understood language of sand my whispers rigidity peacefulness purity beauty only to the hearts whispered sounds A tale of white sand ~ (c) sukmawati Komala ~ April 5, 2013