Standing On The Shore

Standing On The Shore short poem

Uploaded by Monalisa Sahu


Standing on the Shore,
when something oozes…
out of your heart’s core!

Beautiful becomes your imagination,
with the astounding creation!

Fills the surrounding with real blithe,
when that something…
Get its liberation from a chrysalis sheath!

Nothing at that juncture,
can be amiable then our amour!
As the waves make their ingress,
towards the pebbled shore!

At the downcast of the evening Sun,
the buoyant moon rises…
With all its fun!

When the heavenly cascade,
Calls our name!
We do fly high flapping our wings….
to collect the precious gem!

That is the gem of true love,
which has the pure colour of a Dove!

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