The Palm trees sway under a gentle breeze,
beneath them are the golden sands
that lovers leave their track upon
as the stroll along in the moonlight.
A romantic hideaway
from the world's prying eyes
where lovers can stroll
without being hindered by anyone.
Their traces will be washed away
on the incoming morning tide
as if they were never there.
11 October 2014
David Harris
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/golden-sands/
