The Pebble Shore
On the lonely side of Petra tou Romiou,
And walk along the pebble shore
As the sea applauds your presence.
It swells and sweeps, then glides away;
A sand-polluted swirl of clockwork foam,
Crackling and slapping in reverberating acclaim
To the magnificence of nature.
You know it's just the fall of sea-torn stones,
But it could be the seabirds calling
Or mighty fireworks celebrating your return,
And your ears will never tire of its sound.