Himanshu Kumar
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Amazing view, must go. Read my poem if you have time:
Where the dirt road surrenders to the dune,
And sea grass whispers a forgotten tune,
There stands a cottage, weathered, salt-and-grey,
To watch the slow dissolving of the day.
It’s tucked behind a wild and wind-swept pine,
A crooked, friendly, welcome sort of sign.
Inside, stand a little library with sun-bleached rows,
A whispered soundtrack softly flows.
The window is open to the sea,
And you are sitting next to me.
No need for words, no grand display,
You understand my silent way.
The turning page, the distant gull,
A quiet, comfortable lull.
feeling a corner of the worn armchair,
run your fingers through my hair.
No calendar, no hurried pace,
Just sunlight on your thoughtful face.
The sand is tracked across the floor,
We do not hurry to the door.
This stillness settles in my soul,
It makes me feel completely whole.
A haven built of wood and sand,
The gentle touch of your warm hand.
This is the peace I've longed to find,
An ease of heart, and soul, and mind.♥️