.
I used to love
Watching the sun go down
Over the ocean
The little strip of sand
That's left of Dadar beach
The stinking stench
Of rotting seaweed
The strays that barked
At passing walkers
Today I'm here
But not really
.
I used to love
Watching the sun go down
Over the ocean
The little strip of sand
That's left of Dadar beach
The stinking stench
Of rotting seaweed
The strays that barked
At passing walkers
Today I'm here
But not really
.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Critique and admiration are equally welcome. Please do not leave comments of a personal nature.