
Amidst tweeting birds
clap-clapping of the boardwalk
I run towards peace

Amidst tweeting birds
clap-clapping of the boardwalk
I run towards peace

I face the morning
golden sunrise warms my soul
sea spray on my lips

Smearing of orange
staining all of horizon
sunrise is child’s play

Wonderfully calm
sunrise on an empty beach
board-waxing surfer

Like giant towers
city centre attractions
lies—hidden, not gone