Saturday, May 3, 2014

A Master's Delight



I say to you truly
The seaside and its manor a relationship most obscure
Avant-garde I should say
Listening to wind waves that wash and grind along the way
Filling lukewarm days bristling with salty aftertaste

She looks outside 
Standing on the ledge of a wooden escapism of modern times - the window
Small as she was, her weight combined enshrined in a summary of write
Locks falling, cascading on her tiny face
She watches with breathless tide

Wash away that look of woe betide
And watch out for that broken hide
Whispering with  an uplifted cry
At the beauteous cast of reflection aside
She sinks into a joyous pride
The seaside and the manor truly a master's delight.

-shobana-
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