
When morning opens to sun its face,
The azure waves wear a lace-
Dress made of gold and glee,
Over the roaring yet silent sea!
The morning at the time, wet and cold.
The white jasmine beneath dew is old.
The breeze of the sea in height-
Washes its body with delight.
The breathers in the azure island,
Think about sea and land…
In the moment, alone and apart,
Empty of tumult in heart,
She takes a glance towards the sun;
Shakes her body with fun;
Looks at the tenuous colors of ray;
Sinks into deep body of water’s gray!
Whether or not they know the fiction,
She remains in love and raves;
She sleeps in the bosom of waves!! ...
Ellie