The Forsaken Seaside
A vagrant with ragged clothes all alone
Broken coconut branches and rubbish;
His shabby shoes and tattered garments
Screaming of seagulls above; his moan
He watches from a distance the golden sunset
With sunrays dying in the western sky
The sun with solemn cries of silence
Embraces the lonely wonderer like a net
Then a sentimental moon appeared above
Passionate light kisses his sandy skin
Alters from a gold to silverware
The only affection he gets; is this love
The calm waves on shore like a cradle song
A lullaby through night to cheer him up
With the cool breeze running through his clothes
When he wakes up all that love will be gone