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May 2018

My finger grazes
The nerves of your hand,
As my feet sink lightly
Into the fine sand.
On my lips, the taste
Of old red wine,
Or even a sweet summer drink
Will do just fine.
My hair detangled
By the touch of your fingers,
In the air around us,
Your cologne, it lingers.
My eyes stare deep
Into the distant low tide,
As my head rests soundly
On your side.
I can almost hear your thoughts
In my mind
Your eyes stuck onto my face,
Peace they find.
The sea and the beach,
Love and peace, a mixture
But it's You who completes
My perfect picture.
Sudeshna D
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Sudeshna D  22/F/Pune
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