by Jay Shree

Created on: July 16, 2010

The waves and my shadow,

how can say what be the last,

nor what will become of present,

the waves carry the shine,

before I can touch it,

it slips away.

I wanted that light,

Inside myself for my own,

angels dance at sunset bay,

my shadow feels the waves too,

as I place the white flower,

down on the slippery sand,

 the breeze hums softly,

whispering the unknown rhythm,

the waves accepts my gift,

while the coconut leaves waves a goodbye.

Sea……..,

from the golden shore or yours,

I stand by my own,

do send my regards to those,

above and below,

to the dead and the living,

I am sorry,

I can’t come yet,

mark my presence with this gift,

and let me have the seashell,

to take home.

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