Ecstacy

Crabs crawl across the rocks,

as you walk along the docks. 

Warm sand between your toes,

as a cool breeze blows. 

Boats sail on by,

as you look up at the blue sky. 

Sweat drips down your back,

as you walk along an unbeaten track. 

Breath in the fresh air,

as the wind blows your hair. 

Listen to the melody, 

as you find you sweet ecstasy. 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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