After a busy week …and a relax moment at the beach…..My buddy starts to write poetry.
The grey clouds reflect the beams of light
the lonely light house stood by the sea
not a star light through the clouds
the moon a faded silver ball
the salty breeze add a refreshing spell
a sound of waves on the shore tales to tell
a distant ship and flying airplane to miss it all
a shame yet to share it with a friend
my wish wrapped in a smile
a humble joy to give
Tx to Ajit Peter aka Pety.