<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=399037" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On the beach</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">You wanted to go to the beach<br>at the Strand<br>and walk the dog, <br>which didn’t accompany us then<br>and feel the surf rolling in<br>touching your feet<br>with a wet kiss, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the wind blowing through your hair, <br>tugging at the auburn strings<br>and there was something in your eyes<br>as if you had captured the sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some kites hang in a light breeze<br>frisking up and down<br>and the water was cold like always<br>with the beach stretching brown white, <br>almost endlessly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You wanted to soak up the sun<br>like a goddess waiting<br>for her greatest admirer to appear<br>and we drank pineapple Fanta</div><div style="margin:10px 0">while a superb smile <br>was on your face<br>and your perfect body<br>was smelling like coconuts <br>from the tanning lotion, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">you became browner, <br>I turned red like an English European<br>and then burnt blisters on my shoulders<br>and yet, it was magic there</div><div style="margin:10px 0">with people laughing, walking, <br>swimming everywhere<br>and still you and I<br>were on our own<br>with electricity running through <br>each touch and kiss<br>that I now truly miss.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gert+Strydom">Gert Strydom</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=399037" data-title="On the beach de Gert Strydom" data-description="You wanted to go to the beach at the Strand and walk the dog, which didn’t accompany us then and feel the surf rolling in touching your feet with a wet kiss, the wind blowing through your hair, tugging at the auburn strings and there was som..."></div> </div> </div>

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