The water kissed their feet
as they laid on the sand;
The beach has started loosing its heat,
They watched the sinking sun, hand in hand.
Her crimson lips arched,
but the smile was spread on his cheeks;
The tanned canvas adorning her mark,
His smile refrained her from getting weak.
~Shreemoyee
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Messy Bun
PoetryMessy Bun is all about my handwritten lyrical poems featuring the dark and bright side and everything i feel about life. Its my first work on wattpad created with all the love.i hope you like it :)
