The Beach

it’s being a while

since i walked

along a beach

sand, sea and shells

sandwiches and childhood


the smell of salty air

tingling my senses

expanding my lungs

once more, as before

it was empty


but a beach is never really


that continuous rhythm of


sweeping, cleaning the shoreline


leaving behind the refuse of


stranded amongst the rocks and


i stare, mesmerised

by this enigma

that never sleeps

embracing the earth with

each kiss


By Paolo Michell 



About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
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