The nature
Huge vapours brood above the clifted shore,Night on the ocean settles dark and mute,
A child swinging on a cradle in a esplanade,
The flowers blushing in that aphasiac night,
All is black shadow but the lucid line
Marked by the light surf on the level sand.
-- Teja.
posted by teja @ 6:38 PM
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