The Calling
in Ocean Poems
The waves whisper to me, calling me to the soft sand.
The water sweeps over my feet, surrounding where I stand.
The breeze caresses my face, whips my hair.
in Ocean Poems
The waves whisper to me, calling me to the soft sand.
The water sweeps over my feet, surrounding where I stand.
The breeze caresses my face, whips my hair.
It's all I feel when I'm watching the ocean, the beautiful sea. But something else I never saw was that it could be more beautiful if there wasn't any pollution around .
Just a simple smile, a soft caress, a sweet kiss.
Just a step away, an arm's length, from unthinkable bliss.
Just a two word 'I do,' a ring on the finger, a honey moon.