Standing on the shore…
Water unfolding till the vanishing point of my
own
Changing
color to the mood of the sky
Twilight
reigns not permitting to cut ocean from the sky
Standing on the shore…
Ripples waves seem to
follow as healing coming all over me
Breaking into foam by creeping
to my feet
After giving their self-going
back on their own
Standing on the shore…
Whispering waves
crashing, surging, retreating to its own
Seagulls circling with
their songs, as if to put someone to sleep
Smell of ocean in the air a scent never sensed before
Smell of ocean in the air a scent never sensed before
Standing on the shore…
Drawing faces from the
cloud
Thinking which one will
define you in right
Painting on your senses
with a brush of my own
To fill the gaps in our
understanding
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