wind whips her hair, a salty spray,
love once whole, now scattered astray
ocean's expanse, a mournful sigh,
as the sun descends, a crimson dye
golden hues paint the fading light,
a sense of peace, a tranquil night
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Take Time To Smell The Roses
PuisiIt's poetry, "Take time to smell the roses" when we are all busy chasing the name, fame, and dreams where we forget almost ourselves and the surrounding beautiful things to see in this chaotic life. it's to inspire all those little things and v...
