SAKINA S. DOSSAJI

DANGLING FEET

She dangled her feet,Sitting atop the rock,Her anklets jingling,Breaking the silenceIn the beautiful silver island. Just the roar of oceanic waves,And the rustling of breeze,The whispering of palm trees,Nature’s orchestraRinging in the air. A time to stop and stare at roses,A time to appreciate beauty,A time to bask in sunshine,And appreciate the dazzle of moonshine….

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