when the smooth wave came
near me, I bent down and saw
my face: I smiled
I imagined then
the wave took my face to the
other shore where
the sky drinks the water
will it pour smiles back upon me
next time when it rains?
sarala
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Picturesque and succinct.
A quintessentially engaging poetic divertissement.