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Oceanic



Her gigantic curves of shimmering blue,
are outlined by the tiny silvery curls,
she gracefully twirls,
and embraces the coarse shore with all her arms,
as she leaves the shore with tears of love,
she leaves behind pearly shells,
as a souvenir to her lost love.

She scintillates in the glimmer of the rays,
as she becomes one with the haze.
when she grooves blissfully,
to the tune of the monsoon wind,
one among her thousand pleats,
gently rubs the shore.

And there again he goes behind her,
trailing her footprints on his tanned skin,
sadly beaming at her kin.

A thousand memories dwell in her salty heart,
when she is in anger,
their lives come to a halt.

What a beauty it is,
to see her waltzing throughout the day,
in the sun, in the rain,
in snow and cold,
ever and forever,
her memories remain,
in the tiny heart of mine.

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  1. What a lovely tribute to the mighty ocean.

    Loved the imagery painted by you.

    Joy always,
    Susan

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