It was a lovely morn
To walk down the beach
Waves came and away they went
Touching our sand filled feet,
Not far away those trees
Sang songs whispering in the salty breeze,
We took the walk as our ritual then,
Finding oyester shells , crabs and little snails,
Spread like little marvels,
We them picked and those pebbles too,
Sand castles we made,
And spent the day
Thus till we got weary of our plays,
And our bodies glowed
By the soft mellowed sun,
Floating over Aphros.
(*Note: upon a painting partially based, as attached done by Alexander Kudin, courtesy : Musica Pittura e Dintorni)
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