Through the streets of Mumbai ~ Sunkissed Sand

Beneath, the sand is soft and warm.
Sculpted by nature, it’s weathered the storm.
A passionate battle between calmness and rage,
A new chapter’s beginning;
don’t turn the last page.
I listen again to the whispering waves,

Music of nature calming and brave.
Its power unknown, its stillness untamed,
Mysterious and magical, a treasure earth claims.

All images are copyright of Ishita Tenjerla. They may not be used or reproduced.

Poem : Whispering Waves by Edel T. Copeland

1 Comment

  1. Don't u know my name says:

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