Wednesday, March 03, 2004

20. Serenade

Serenade you so…

Languid wave, whispering gently,
Melting softly into a raging sea.
White foam, groaning desire:
Burning white, streaks of fire.

Whistling winds, brazenly flirt
Palm fronds, creating lilting melodies.
Red moon, grey dreary mist,
Wet sand, craving to be sun-kist.

Coconut shells, assorted finch,
Humble shrubs and teak bench;
Solitary crab, hermit incarnate,
Witness to nature’s serenade.

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