there i stood looking;
the first rays make contact with the waves
wasn't that a caress?
i see the waves sparkle-a smile
i wonder if i stand in front of a mirror.
reluctantly i turn to leave,
trying to reason my longing.
then i chide myself;
reason is not something i know anymore!
i turn around-
the waves are sparkling brighter than ever!!
1 comment:
OHT.... Over head transmission....
Buddhivantavarige mathrana?
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