Walking along the wet sand,
holding your soft right hand,
while listening to the ocean music;
scribbling on your cheeks, my lyric;
touching both the body edge;
crossing, gates of our dream bridge;
Love to float like an old paper ship;
at your altar, I stand to worship.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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