In the shore, my senses weren't to me related,
With a magical power beyond mine to control;
A proof of a memory in the mind was advocated,
Even though wonders killed the poor mind's role.
My walking steps on sand were erased by the tide,
A beautiful image was drown from ocean to sand.
An overwhelming passion I couldn't ever hide;
No heart ought to deny that charm or even stand.
Marvelous dawn by the shore without sorrows,
Only dreams mixed with a drop of a morning smell;
That dawn captured in the mind for today and tomorrow,
Neither words can ever describe nor signs can spell.
Have you ever been taken by a shore of the sea?
That was a long story told by the storm of me.
العاصفة
9/4/07