There's something romantic pleasant about day's at the coast . . .not just the memory of Diane Ross and Marvin Gaye singing ,'You at everything and everything is you...'
As they walked hand in hand along sandy beach....
It the sound of waves crashing along shingle beach....noise of sellers encourage a person to try whelks in vinegar...toting for pleasure ride....kiss me quick hats...old folks sat on a bench...sand in lunch...Taking crab home for tea..
It's the sounds of yesterday....first big outing..World feeling at ☮️ peace......
Shalom washing over you late August evening on caravan site....reaching for Blanket as the day chills in late night....
2021 the coastal vulgarity rises up....hatred fills the air...discourse becomes the evening sounds.......lost cash in funfair...high cost of Waltzer.... frustrated people still unhappy stand at pier unable to grasp starry promise nor the beauty as sun disappeared over the hills.
In Afghanistan this evening worried people unable to grasp freedom.
In a coastal home we pray. . .No longer watch the news it's distressing scenes just too much......for me it's hot afternoon....like the last days of June....suns been a demon...clouds like me are afraid.
As they walked hand in hand along sandy beach....
It the sound of waves crashing along shingle beach....noise of sellers encourage a person to try whelks in vinegar...toting for pleasure ride....kiss me quick hats...old folks sat on a bench...sand in lunch...Taking crab home for tea..
It's the sounds of yesterday....first big outing..World feeling at ☮️ peace......
Shalom washing over you late August evening on caravan site....reaching for Blanket as the day chills in late night....
2021 the coastal vulgarity rises up....hatred fills the air...discourse becomes the evening sounds.......lost cash in funfair...high cost of Waltzer.... frustrated people still unhappy stand at pier unable to grasp starry promise nor the beauty as sun disappeared over the hills.
In Afghanistan this evening worried people unable to grasp freedom.
In a coastal home we pray. . .No longer watch the news it's distressing scenes just too much......for me it's hot afternoon....like the last days of June....suns been a demon...clouds like me are afraid.
One set of footprints mark journey in sand!
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