Walking down the beach
She recalls her last visit
She was carried by him in peach
He made her a tiara, on her crown, that still sit
She took her steps in cross
Making trails of her and his footsteps
She walks the length and finds moss
Turning it into bracelets for old chaps
Looking behind, she notices shells
Put artistically on his footsteps by waves
She walks towards shore, hearing what sea tells
Sensing sea's intentions, her heart raves
Gushing waves come and touch her feet
To her, the sea wants to serve
"No matter how many times you touch my feet
I will never forgive you, as you engulfed my love."
© Priyanka Bajaj
