The tides were high,
so was my joy...
The moist feet on grasses,
as the moment delight.
The elegant tranquility,
was different from silence.
The eye never mere lenses,
and the dusk rise.
I was sitting in front of giant sun,
as Phoenix ashes arise.
Swati Shobha Sevlani
(Phoenix Reborn)
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