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Wednesday, 5 December 2018


 The Seashore



Love birds fly across the blue,
We are alone at the shore.
The sun is about to set.
The rushing waves and storms,
The only sound there is. . .

As time ticks away,
The shore grew darker and darker
It’s time to reach our homes,
Back to the inner-world of,
Joy and togetherness. . . 





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