The
Curve
Of
Beach
Was
Undisturbed,
And
Curbed
The
Cerulean
Twinkling
Sea,
Wrinkling
Away.
Perfection,
In
The
Reflection
Of
A
Tilted
Sun,
And
All
Of
Life
Had
Begun
To
Sing
Just
For
Me,
And
I was
Free,
Nature
And
I one.
I had
A
Long
Way
To
Go,
To
Learn
What
Little
I know,
But
I would
Keep
This
Day
Folded
Away,
A
Love
Letter
From
The
Past,
A
Memory
To
Last.