Tuesday, January 10, 2012

The Shore and the Waves

The crimson red horizon calls out, and I see you;
We hug, smiles unable to fake an excuse...
The warm sun shines down as we continue our banter
Tales, old tales, our tales, your tales, my tales.
The sunny morning when we met, and smiled,
That rainy afternoon when we had the time of our lives,
The breeze flowing by, wishing us good,
Tales of us, the beauty, the serenity and the peace...
"Peaceful beauty", and people think we make that;
Ask the greenery around, they will tell...
The evening sun is cool, as slumber does not disturb us
The breeze flows by, smiles and greets us.
The most splendid display of graciousness, the moon, makes us smile.
As you decide to retire, I think,
My existence cannot be static, I cannot exist without you,
You never leave me alone, and I know,
Ask your sand and he will tell.
I want to be a part of you, I yearn,
I reach out for you, you are there, yet I have to return.

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