My Dearest Sea

My Dearest Sea,

When I halted, my haphazard pace,
escaping, from the worthless crowded race,
I felt a ripple of satisfaction,
but covered with a shroud of desolation,

The eloquent discourses with you,
are like a rain of generosity,
It breaks me away from pain,
upon a scaffold of amiable benignity,

I do miss your creative aura,
wherein verses bear realism,
like substantiality's diaspora,
upon the crystal wings of verism,

Your expressions are unfeigned,
Let them always fall,
like an eternally pure rain,
which leaves all the reading eyes enthralled....

(c) S.S

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