A paper boat floated to an open sea (2)
The little child in red touch the foam-fringed waves
Where the river flows trying to find the bridge to the Neverland (2)
Children have their play on the seashore of worlds (3)
She reach her hands down into the sand, pulling a glob of sand
Morning walk in the park
My memories of the boy on the beach
Looking in the still calm water, gazing at his reflection
Drawing signs with a driftwood stick in the wet sand (1)
The day subsides, the sun descends.
Time and space have no hold, just the waves crashing
