‏‏Drawing signs with a driftwood stick in the wet sand (1)

Where the river flows trying to find the bridge to the Neverland (2)

At the rugged shore of the south sea

‏‏A secret lake, far up the valley path and hid from view

The winds kiss my face with sea spray.

The day subsides, the sun descends.

Morning walk in the park

A beautiful baby in pink may steal your heart

My memories of the boy on the beach