Walking on the beach, all by myself
I leave traces behind
The prelude to night has just begun
Like the synchronized moves of a ballet dancer
I walk with the wind caressing me
It reminds me of sweet nothings
Of those endless nights and wanton days
The damp smell of sand
Waves waltzing in the moonlight
I ask…
And then keep walking with a smile in my heart.
Copyright © 2006, Bindu Borle
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