Wednesday, 1 June 2016

tropical angel

tropical breeze
and her scented hair flowing,
i can feel the evening in my goosebumps,
the sun setting in the color of crimson,
she walks in the sand
as the night arrives,
in the full moon night
the sea welcomes her
with the sound of its waves,
the droplets of water
on her velvety skin
trickle down like beads of pearls
and i watch her playing in the water,
with a fluttering heart and longing eyes.

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