Here watch the river serene,
her sun kissed veins,
Watch as she hits the wide expanse,
wave after wave,
of the sea-intense.
I watch her embrace,
her gold lost in his steely grey:
lost was the innocence,
and forth came strength-
Strength of a union age-old.
This is a poem I had penned down years ago. I was sitting on a river-side bench (at the very mouth of the river) at sunset wishing I could draw what was happening before my eyes. Since I’ma terrible artist, I naturally tuned towards words.
Yet again, comments and criticism is welcome. Thank you for reading!