When stars at dusk get-together,
Shouts of joy in winds whisper,
Dancing amidst the Tides quiver,
The lone stranger in the water.
Ethereal beauty, time pass by,
To setting sun, he bids goodbye,
Away from the shore, he does Fly,
A world of calm and merry Sigh.
He waves at the turbulent wave,
Sways up, down, inhales the gale,
Relishing the fun , without fail ,
Stranger is me, reciting the Tale.
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Author:
novellaa (
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- Comment from author about the poem: In the quiet embrace of twilight's symphony, I find solace in the rhythm of the sea. As the waves whisper secrets to the stars, I too become a part of this timeless dance, lost in the beauty of the moment. With each breath of salty air, I am reminded of the fleeting nature of existence, yet buoyed by the tranquility that surrounds me. In this fleeting encounter with the ocean's embrace, I am but a stranger, weaving my own tale within its ever-changing currents.
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