Walking past the beach house on the northern coast reminds me of our days of mischief
Moon never seems to forget our long midnight strolls
Seashells tell me the stories of our fonded chatter
Marshes still whisper the melodies of our love anthem
Shore showed me the colours of your joyful face
But the blue sea failed to ease my blue
So I wander around our lost memories one last time before I get immersed into nature, into you
~Manu (23.2.23)
