
West wind whispering
Goodbye to a citrine sun
Tropical farewell
Feeling the white beach
Running through our bare toes
Like the sands of time

West wind whispering
Goodbye to a citrine sun
Tropical farewell
Feeling the white beach
Running through our bare toes
Like the sands of time
Beautiful and wistful, Richard. I sure wouldn’t mind feeling the white beach for a while.
Me too. 🙂
“Running through our bare toes
Like the sands of time” – Richard M. Ankers. Ce este viața unui om? Timpul scurs? O bătaie de fluture. Iar noi călătorim, călătorim incognito risipind semințe pe drum, plajă şi dreptul la o piatră rotundă.
Prea repede se schimbă-n pleoape pasărea nopții ca şi cum acelaşi trup ar mângâia fecund şirul nesfârşit al aripilor înălțate prematur peste astre. Stare de spirit.
Thank you.
Yes, I love these lines too. And what a beautiful comment Mondeadrian.
Beautiful lines. I am missing your 5 word stories.
I’ll write one for you
Yay! thank you. I will look forward to it.You know my all time favorite from your collection. Narcissus!
Okay. I’ll post one within the next few minutes.
Wow!
Such beachy tropical lines 😍
Thank you 🙂