By Shailendra AimaThe blue kissing the gloomy mate
ruffles her locks - the black clouds.
And throws her in an ecstasy.
The waves come dancing
like the fingers on a piano,
The melody echoes,
Thru all the hues.
First aquamarine, then azure, then peacock
then green and a splendid splash of the milky white.
Gently, it crawls over the beach,
It whirls around and enthralls.
Aeon, nay eternity - an infinite splendour.
Its a ceilidh, a boogie, a huge hug
the profound enlightenment.
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