The Seashore
The vain sea casts a malevolent glance at the dainty one
who walks on with a careless air, hair undone,
As she flows with silent grace of a serpent,
her tears engulf the horizon of her being sans a trace of repent,
drawing a faint trail over her ashen face.
Meanwhile burdened by the sodden heart, she slackens her pace.
The dismayed sea drowns in itself before the onset of sunrise,
before being immersed in the salt from her eyes.
The distant shadow crawls
to converge in time as the curtain of night falls.
who walks on with a careless air, hair undone,
As she flows with silent grace of a serpent,
her tears engulf the horizon of her being sans a trace of repent,
drawing a faint trail over her ashen face.
Meanwhile burdened by the sodden heart, she slackens her pace.
The dismayed sea drowns in itself before the onset of sunrise,
before being immersed in the salt from her eyes.
The distant shadow crawls
to converge in time as the curtain of night falls.
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