Does it burn, does it scorch (#inktober- moustache+starfish)

Does It Burn, Does It Scorch?

Does it burn? Does it scorch?
A question I pondered for a long time.
The surface, a golden beauty—
my eyes kept coming back.

Days spent watching, trying to climb,
but the waves would not let me stay.
I cursed the sea and kept crying,
“Don’t worry—one day I won’t be brought back.”

A heavy rain, a massive wave—
I was thrown high, then washed in.
Many more throws, but at last
I was not washed back to where the waves could take me.

Morning came, and so did afternoon.
The sun so hot—does it hurt?
Maybe a little. But I look hot, don’t I?
It feels too hot to be chilling by the beach with my grandiose moustache,
but somebody will have to take me back soon.

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