By Ludo Chalashika
You are flower, and I will surely die in marvel of your magnificence.
The seas bow down, stilled, when sanctified by your presence.
When shaken and raged into tidal waves by Mother Nature’s inconsistencies,
I am stilled, still, within such restlessness.
Silence is maintained in honour of your solitude.
Unseen by many while dwelling underneath the shores melanoid rocks,
The sea is unsteady seeking you; frothing towards the sands to steal a kiss, and your colour
You are a flower, I know.
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