Ode to Goa
In the dissolving melt of sands,
a drop of soul evolves
to fall, then evades
pouring into grains of sands.
In the sketching kiss of skies,
a whisper gathers
to speak, then refuses
deceiving into blue of skies.
In the cooling of spirits,
a lifetime of joy erodes
to swell, then ceases
denying its lost spirits.
In the moving of waves,
an image recurs
to beckon, then rejects
veiling its promise of waves.
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