Wet Sunset
Waves gently lapping
at the sandy shore,
The sun hesitant to
extinguish it's
glow.
The palms gently
swaying in the night
air,
Feeling the cool
breeze in my hair.
Such beauty gently
sculpted by nature's
hand,
Exquisitely crafted,
even the glow of wet
sand.
Reached for my
camera to preserve
this scene,
So wonderful and so
very delightfully
pristine.
Grasped the rum
instead and gave a
cheer,
Sat on boat's edge
and soaked it all in
my dear.
Pontiak (Copyright
July 2013)
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