Wave
I looked at her sitting by the shore
Picking those rounded beauties I carved from stones,
Brushing it everyday, every hour
Rounded, smooth and buffed.
I glide to her gaining might by an inch
Watching the spark in those happy eyes,
Wanting to gift her to the infinite ocean
I glide to her gaining might by an inch.
Her feet I touch to greet her
I glide caressing her tender skin,
Taunting me with her laughter
She holds the shore when I lift.
She turns to her beloved by the shore
Feeling me through her skin,
Laughing through her eyes
I could touch his soul through her body.
In the serenity of that beautiful scene
I recede in bliss watching their love,
Wishing to see them everyday
I recede in bliss watching their love.
The majestic ocean speaks
And I come back with that message,
The stone of her colour, a gift
I am a wave, wishing I were divine.
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