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My Sore Feet…

My feet were very sore and tired walking on sand,
The cool waves washed all my pain away.
The promising wind touches me, and play with my hair,
To make me feel that you are close, somewhere near.
The dark clouds blot the sun away in anger,
But I know you will be there in the rain to take away my pain.
Every wave hammers on my head shaking my confidence,
But little it knows as the waves go higher,
My hopes and dreams become mighty as ever…


© 2012 Pimmi Nag