#Daily Poetry Sharing#Beach Impression (Poetry) Wentu / Zhou Jicheng Silver Sand. Seashell. The naughty children of the waves are digging, digging and burying childhood and sunshine in the sand and walking on the beach shadows
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#Poetry Sharing Every Day# Beach Impressions (Poetry)
Wentu/Zhou Jicheng
Silver Sand. Seashell. ocean wave
Naughty kids
Digging, digging
Bury childhood and sunshine in the sand
Walking on the beach
Shadows and waves, as companions
People on the beach, like sheep
Covered by a pair of footprints, grazing
Over there, men and women
Occasionally, they bump into each other
Like a wave
After the splendor, it is like a calm sea
Under the sea, I'm burning
Soak up the sun
You, flowing through my body like blood
Sea breeze. Sail Shadow. The desire to fly
#Daily Poetry Sharing#Beach Impression (Poetry) Wentu / Zhou Jicheng Silver Sand. Seashell. The naughty children of the waves are digging, digging and burying childhood and sunshine in the sand and walking on the beach shadows
#Daily Poetry Sharing#Beach Impression (Poetry) Wentu / Zhou Jicheng Silver Sand. Seashell. The naughty children of the waves are digging, digging and burying childhood and sunshine in the sand and walking on the beach shadows
#Daily Poetry Sharing#Beach Impression (Poetry) Wentu / Zhou Jicheng Silver Sand. Seashell. The naughty children of the waves are digging, digging and burying childhood and sunshine in the sand and walking on the beach shadows
#Daily Poetry Sharing#Beach Impression (Poetry) Wentu / Zhou Jicheng Silver Sand. Seashell. The naughty children of the waves are digging, digging and burying childhood and sunshine in the sand and walking on the beach shadows
#Daily Poetry Sharing#Beach Impression (Poetry) Wentu / Zhou Jicheng Silver Sand. Seashell. The naughty children of the waves are digging, digging and burying childhood and sunshine in the sand and walking on the beach shadows
#Daily Poetry Sharing#Beach Impression (Poetry) Wentu / Zhou Jicheng Silver Sand. Seashell. The naughty children of the waves are digging, digging and burying childhood and sunshine in the sand and walking on the beach shadows
