Friday 13 March 2020

Serene echoes : A Poem.

An enchanting place,
Me, a rapt observer;
Search for solace,
a perpetual endevour.

Waves mimic the stars
twilight hues persevere
Seconds turn to hours,
my blues disappear.

Sinking orb plunders the sky
neither regrets, nor fear;
Scarlet garb renders goodbye
serene echoes draw near.

Image: Pinterest

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