Poetry

Or, what of poetry?

Or, what of poetry?

he once asked,

Well, I said twirling around

on the Sun kissed sands,

It takes me to that faraway place,

One where,

there is peaceful bliss,

an enchantment of beauty,

where the weight of the world,

Never,

bears me down.

Where,

I ride with freedom in the winds.

-shobana-

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