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The skies are singing blue, soon they would rain,
amid the music of ocean, to kiss the shore again.
One longing so long, to gently clasp wind's hands,
is screaming and yearning, to drench the golden sands.
As is the rain of love, so is the breeze of life all new,
long ago a moment in time , had tied my being with you.
No words could voice our love, so zealous and deep,
love that floats, in the fragrant fumes of our dreams.
Hand in hand, we will walk along the mighty shores,
with the tender winds fondling, our rain-drenched souls.
Soon our footprints, will embrace the silky beach,
where the sparkling playful waves, will tickle our feet.
Sweet is the wish, to see an ocean shining in your eyes,
that draws my heart to rain over, like a cloud full of light.
Over the boundless ocean, soon that cloud would pour,
but till then, we will sit, and draw hearts on the shore. . . . .
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✽✽✽ © Vandana Verma
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