At the shore, ashore*

At the shore, ashore*

Whence you go to the sea,
At the shore, whence you sit,
On the rocks, boulders, watching
How the waters come and go,
Guided by the sweeping wind
And the current beneath the flow,

i think, with you, my dreams come
Ashore, on the beach, also right there
Where the seaside hills stand aloof
Getting the breeze into their stone like hearts,
There, how my poems with colors burst,

There, diva, where Thou take a seat,
My love with Yours there, love,
How with Peace forever meet.

(*Note: loosely based on a painting attached as given to me, by a friend mine. Courtesy : V.Valegov, )


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