Prodding their skin around, a child played,
The shore giggled, sending waves that way.
Wiping out the hole, filling the shell,
Structuring the clumsy sand well.
The child returned, searching for the hole. Instead,
Found the replaced gift from the shore.
Waves sent again as a sign,
To take the gift, which shines like his smile.
Thus a story conveyed like waves,
Through the beauty captured portrait.
~Kavi
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Kavi's Writings
PoetryA two beautiful lines can became a poem.... Just a girl who loves to express her thoughts in words Hope my words will make you smile a bit atleast like i found my happiness in words Journey of searching happiness in words ♡
