SMALL MATTER BUT BIG ONE (5)
SMALL MATTER BUT BIG ONE (5)
Standing on a sea shore
One can immensely like to move
Near the edge of sea
To feel the happiness by
The touch of the waves
At the bottom of feet
As if some is brushing with
Feathers of birds
It is purely a nature's deeds
And one needs this will have to go near
The sea, the sea will not come to you
As it is the waves are queer, full of white
Snow like air bubbles coming and washing
Feet and going into the sea again
And vanished, once that will be formed
And come again,
The happiness cannot be described
In words and can be sensed,
That remains in mind for ever
-ayyandj 22012015
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