Zuma Beach, Malibu |
I sit down on the cold sand bed
of this unfamiliar sea beach,
Nostalgic about the beach back home,
I realize, wherever we may be,
We are all drunk in the essence of our nation,
And this hangover shall never go.
This poem is submitted to the following challenges-
#A to Z April Challenge 2015
#Ultimate Blog Challenge April 2015
#Write Tribe Pro Blogger Challenge April 2015
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Poem © Copyright Salvwi Prasad (POETICbug)