And we arrived when early at the beach
The morning was as fresh, as wet as sand,
Receding tide not yet at its low pitch,
But fun it was to stroll, the tide to fend.
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A well written poem.... Truly excellent and fascinating....5 stars *****
Memories of sea and sand on the weave, The smooth wet sand passing a tempting hint, We left, longing to linger on till eve, In sandy book marking our fresh footprint! .....so impressive. Foot prints may be wiped out by tide from sand but these cant be wiped out from book of mind. A nice Dizain. Thank you dear Pathak sir.