The sun begins its descent, radiating its last rays, before
slipping behind the mountain.
The ebb and flow of the tide, which waits for no man,
or woman.
Like time, running out.
Running freely, like the grains of sand.
I walk out.
Walk.
Until the sea
and I
become
one.
luna's on line 
How beautiful. You have a lovely way of selecting the right words.
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Thank you Jacqui 🙂
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Amazing colours – is it Table Mountain hidding behind the cloud?
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Yes it is, well-spotted! That’s its ‘iconic’ face. I live the other side where the flat top isn’t actually visible, but you can see it from the beach and the sunsets are wonderful. There are several restaurants all along the coast – I’m sure you’d enjoy 🙂
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I did went to Capetown many years ago and stayed at Ashanti hostel. They had a big deck out back where you could see Table Mountain. That is it took me 3 days to see the top since there were clouds on top untill then.
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It doesn’t surprise me. The first time we visited we didn’t see the top at all, and driving through the town where we now live, we didn’t see the beautiful view of the ocean, is was so foggy!
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Lovely! 💙
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Thanks Paula!
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Lovely poem
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Thank you Sadje!
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It has been a while since we have seen a poem on your site, and what a lovely poem it is
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🙂 How kind of you to say!
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Beautiful!
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Thank you Susan 🙂
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What a perfect capture–the words match the colors and the scent of the sea…
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Thanks Jean 🙂 – a peaceful moment.
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