A day on the beach,
feels a fever dream unreached —
Sand poking my embroidered stitch,
Four clover leaves fell and bewitched.

Lied myself on monochrome clothing,
Gossip with my homies in a hushed way
We ate our shared lunch and decided sound-tripping,
And i see our faces, free from the world's say.

I sat down beyond the corners
And sense the enigma of waves —
the calmness that it brings
the naval-like emotion it conceives —
tells us that life at the home of seashells
is nothing but prolonging safety of energy.

We see our smiles, free from worries
and the moments that matter are stapled
My friends are never going to say "sorry's"
to the fakers who betrayed and faded.

Leaves left on its branches,
as the sands touched between our feet;
It feels like a lavender sphere of trenches,
but the day on the beach is a time, I'm eager to seek.