Warm sands & chilled water
Walking across warm sands,
Rushing to catch a glimpse of the sunrise,
Even the birds were there to catch the sight,
Absorbing the soothing sound of the waves,
Teased by the chilled water,
Washing off all the tiredness in your soul,
Feeling the slipping sands beneath your feet,
Giving you a moment no one can steal,
Taking you to a beautiful place.
Rushing to catch a glimpse of the sunrise,
Even the birds were there to catch the sight,
Absorbing the soothing sound of the waves,
Teased by the chilled water,
Washing off all the tiredness in your soul,
Feeling the slipping sands beneath your feet,
Giving you a moment no one can steal,
Taking you to a beautiful place.
~The End~
An Experimental attempt to put thoughts in writing by Monica Ingudam.
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