Blue sky, green sea,
hands of wind tickling
the coconut trees,
in the catamaran,
afloat the rolling waves,
a love smitten pair,
he and she, loosing themselves
in each other's eyes.
White spray from high waves,
rain on them, they gleam.
afternoon sun, fizzes down,
air is filled with laughter and joy,
pure magic of love,
the kind one experiences
when nature extends its hands,
to love for a dance of exuberance.
A shoal of colorful fish, swimming too close,
jump up to amuse them,
bringing much cheer.
Swinging on the waves
the sea keeps company to their craft.
**That day flew away and joined the repository of memories.
He and she scampered through the arches
waves after high waves erected,
took voyages far, through troubled waters.
But never, could they forget,
the laughter and joy that day represented,
when they stood together,
or went on to their separate ways.**
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 9:16 AM UTC
Blue sky, green sea,
hands of wind tickling
the coconut trees,
in the catamaran,
afloat the rolling waves,
a love smitten pair,
he and she, loosing themselves
in each other's eyes.
White spray from high waves,
rain on them, they gleam.
afternoon sun, fizzes down,
air is filled with laughter and joy,
pure magic of love,
the kind one experiences
when nature extends its hands,
to love for a dance of exuberance.
A shoal of colorful fish, swimming too close,
jump up to amuse them,
bringing much cheer.
Swinging on the waves
the sea keeps company to their craft.
**That day flew away and joined the repository of memories.
He and she scampered through the arches
waves after high waves erected,
took voyages far, through troubled waters.
But never, could they forget,
the laughter and joy that day represented,
when they stood together,
or went on to their separate ways.**
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