Wednesday, March 08, 2017

Sight of Shore


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Standing by the shore when i look afar,
My gaze strings with the rhythm of war,
Stuck by the joy and sorrow of time,
It grows fonder like an old wine!
Mistful,haughty,roaring waves,
Rise from beneath to find a way!
Swiftly moving with the breeze,
Dancing to the reverence of peace.
They know the secret in them,they hold,
Whispering it around,quietly they unfold,
The Mystery of ocean blue and its bed,
With blanket green laid on white carpet,
They narrate the seen and the unseen,
To feel by self what lies in green!
With the gurgling waves i travel beneath,
Calm and serene i find the stream!
Soon,A tide rises and gallops down,
Finds a way without a frown,
It tells me,There is a chaos within,
But the sight of shore makes me win!

-SSW

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