The tone of the waves.
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I listen to the music of the waves,
The sweet salty breeze caresses my face,
The melody drum trapping the feet makes the ears to feed,
The water beckons me to her in a whisper,
Waves tease me into the waters,
She recedes pulling the sand, from under my feet,
I run behind begging her come back
To be with me a little while more.
She mocks me first, then comes back willingly,
She playfully lashes on my feet, tickles me,
I hear the pure innocent laughter of a child,
I close my eyes to take in the beauty,
To listen to the rhythm of her voice, To understand what she tries to say,
I hear the echo of her depth less bottom,
The tales she alone knows.
The sages of life and death,
The passion of war, the odium of love,
I hear the cry of loneliness,
The wail of a mother, who lost her child,
The music on the lips of fishermen,
The fear in the hearts of those on shore,
The heaven blush crimson,
As the sky unties her black tresses,
Behind the silver of a cloud, the moon smiles,
Palm trees sway the tune of breeze,
Beneath the bejeweled light sky, she dances in abandon,
I wonder what she protects with her infinite,
How she bewitches the insane soul,
I’m lost; I belong her,
A soothing cloud of comfort drifts through,
As i listen to the music of the waves.
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Vivid descriptions!!!! This is a totally different side of you… Love it 
nice poem
very romantic….having all colors of life imagery is too good… great work
wonderful and lovely poem..good work my friend ..cheers 
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