Beach Nightfall


Pelicans flying home in single-file flights,
Glowing gold hues and darkening blue sights;
Mists flowing slowly over wave-break whites,
Scene dotted with soaring wind-driven kites.

While crying seagulls seek nests pair by pair,
Nostrils are savoring the sweet sea air;
Beach phantoms are packing their gear with care;
A fisherman casts out his final snare.

We feel the dusk breeze blow through our hair;
The setting sun is our apricot confrere.
What a prized place to be--we love it there!
A wondrous day: thankful, we murmur a prayer.

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