Seashore



That cold and gentle sea breeze
And soft sand below the feet
love those shores and 
the walks following own footprints 
In the Company of my shadow
That keeps Walking by my sides
What a Soothing atmosphere, 
apt to all my needs
There is a rock bent on the knees
My seat to witness the sunset 
& to feel the breeze
Lovely winters followed by warm springs
The Wonderful days 
with the wonderful evenings 

~§añjeevañi

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