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As the evening turns night
The spread takes a silver sight.
Reflects only the blue cover
Simple, true and pure.
The unceasing flows,
Deep dark along the shores..
Loud whispers and the touch of wind,
Have an answer to every questioned mind.
(from my naive rhymes)
Image: Carter Road, Bandra
3 comments:
nice verses aarti...visiting your blog for the first time....
the biggest problem in the world can be solved by jus spending an evening by the sea...now thats a goan speaking :)) :p
Ya Neelam, that is really true. Its one of the good things of Mumbai! Thanks for visiting my blog...
from the hectic work of daily life i would need such places to keep my mind cool.
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