C

DRY SHORE

by the vastness of the ocean
she stood in a deep thought
as the shores  welcomes back the waves
though it come powerful  previously
it awaits at the edges of unknown
will it come gently this time
and it dawned to her
as the shores she longed for a last glance
will they wait for a second to converse
as their footprints washes away
their paths diverge with lingering
sadness and happiness within
for the latter they healed
and again she stands still
to welcome them back.
©coupshinoy