Over the bubbles and its roaring echoes,
We sashayed along the white sands of this beach…
Our salted memories left to drown,
While each splashing waves whisper our story…
Spreading ripples over the shore as the tide turns away,
He left me all alone and broken, forgetting our beginnings here…
Beautiful poem
ReplyDeleteCongrats for the Bonobology contest win. That's a unique name - bonobo... :P
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Salted memories.... giving me goosebumps. Congrats Meera.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! Congratulations for the win! :)
ReplyDeleteSalted memories... oh, that is memorable, that phrase. :)
ReplyDeleteBeautifully carved, Meera. Loved the choice of words and the emotions conveyed through them. And all the best for the contest. :)
ReplyDeleteSo sad, but for better and for worse the memories will always be whispered by the sea. Brine and kelp its legacy.
ReplyDeleteRat returns with a bang!! Very good poem :)
ReplyDeleteFrom your salted memories to the waves whispering your story, I could taste, hear and see the bittersweet story here. Beautiful. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteSo sad when beginnings are forgotten. Emotive write.
ReplyDeleteOh my...Yes, there is agony when beginnings are forgotten. Beautiful
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful, though with a sad undertone!
ReplyDeletebeautiful poem, stunning image
ReplyDeleteThank you all for your lovely comments. Keep visiting! :)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful flow of words! Perfect for the image :)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful verse to go with a beautiful click.
ReplyDeleteNice! Love "sashayed" for how we move at the beach.
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