Beauty Queen Poem by Pavithra Sahadevan

Beauty Queen



Its the shell that rings,
Which plays with the sand,
A lady towards the sea!

A guy who sticks around,
With the stick to pull in the wave,
A crackle on its way!

With the rush that's scary,
come in............
cried the bay!

A Hand to hold,
A feel of touch,
Something within....
The heaven is your lap,
Beauty Queen!

Monday, August 11, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: sea
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