The Setting Sun

THE SETTING SUN 

You walk along the beach,

  hearing the waves on the shore.

The seashells are the only thing left,

  when the water washes back out.

You stand looking out to sea.

  The sun is setting.

What a sight to see.

  You're captured in it's beauty.

But within a short time it's gone,

  from our sights.

But the memory is always there.

They come back from time to time,

  for us to see.

They can be seen alone or with 

  someone special.   

Reviews

[AmandaN]

Ahhh this poem is so evocative of wonderful summer memories. I enjoyed both the poem and the memory's ,thanks !

[Wórdsmíth]

Great one...yeah,, it;s nice poem. words're so nice that you've used here, you know what, i'd lost in dreams of beach when readin' this one...lol. there;s so smoothness in your each words, in each line, n that's the big thing for me to read it interestingly...
well, it's a deep piece of writin'