The beach,
Where we played,
Every summer.
Not this year.
It’s far away,
In a distant world,
Closed for now.
Perhaps one day.
I can wait,
And dream.
The original language of this site is English. Please note that translators impact the meaning of the poems.
The beach,
Where we played,
Every summer.
Not this year.
It’s far away,
In a distant world,
Closed for now.
Perhaps one day.
I can wait,
And dream.