Wednesday, 21 June 2017

Dèjá Vu

The ocean crashes with all its might,
Upon the gigantic, steady rocks.
She basks in the tranquil moonlight
And counts five hundred stars.
As the children squeal in delight
She smiles and closes her eyes
For she recognises all of it,
The waves, the joyful laughter,
The crescent and the starry night,
The fragrant forest blossoms
And the distant blinking light.

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