First Impressions.

Sun please stop,
Your show of suppression.

You make the sea angry.

The poor coast without a fault of its own

Is being lashed upon,

A sentence of beatings for a lifetime

Until the crust of the coast

It Crumbles.

And it shall still continue.

Winds, must you engage yourself?

In this juvenile fest.

Who runs the fiercest and the fastest?

The sun is just a provoker

Condemned to eternal burning

Irritated and jealous,

Of the peace prevailing on the lands.

He is the sly fellow, the mean one,

And so rightly punished.

You must not listen to him,  

Let the sea be still.

Pray the wind dies down.

Or you get bored while I write.       

And so I’m not forced to enter the sea.

I’m a shabby swimmer
And you my first date.