Our Dream Place

Our Dream Place short poem

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Golden sand, sun-drenched by day
Moonlit by night
Soft and warm, her cheeks against mine

Barefoot we walk, hand in hand
A Picasso, our footprints in the sand
Disappear with each incoming tide

A salty mist from the sea breeze
A repertoire of shaking boughs and dancing leaves
Corals and seashells, a necklace I made
My first gift of love, never to fade

White froth as waves break against the shore
Sea and beach, an endless horizon, never a bore
Unchanged by time, forever in our memories
A part of our dreams, a place in our fantasies

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From young, I have a love for the English Language and have been a voracious reader of novels, getting my fill from the British Council and later at the U.S.I.S. Clearly the writing style of UK and American authors is different.It is only about three years ago that I ventured into the world of poetry, and starting to pen my own poems. I find it gratifying and fulfilling to have an opportunity to put my thoughts, feelings and emotions into poems and haiku.
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Saurin Desai
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such a visual poem, wonderful

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