Lovers Past

Photo by Vincent Branciforti on Unsplash

The waves of the sea

Speak to me,

Like lovers past.

Some were storms,

Some high tides,

Some still at outlying mast.

Some that promised

To be a hurricane,

Fell short and ebbed,

Ere they came.

I tarry now at

The shore, as a new

Squall appears afore.

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I'm a teacher and a writer. My life runs on my love for literature and poetry and music and cinema.

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Aakanksha

Aakanksha

I'm a teacher and a writer. My life runs on my love for literature and poetry and music and cinema.

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