Lone Sand at the beach

Waves come calling, Seagulls call
Heaps of fellow sand pile, washed by waves and together roll.

Two Hippos water they blow, beings are busy and pass
Amidst these, my taste is far, I belong so far.

At night the stars would illuminate the sky
Patterned and beautiful, my mate, I'll see scope in sky.

poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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