Writing story competition(109) Digital image @robin07

I stood on the huge beach- Lots of fennel waves, Running like joy. Getting lost in the huge waves. The pain in the heart was suppressed. Long days - long - long periods. Tidal wave - Where it floated, I'm lost, Gradually sinking, In the obsession of one heavenly delight;

Yet why that!. This boundless sea and waves. The blue of the bright sky. With my heart floating. Towards a blue death. Went ahead;. From sea to ocean, From this life to another life, Blue Sea, The blue sky, Blue death, and my world, How salty, Like disobedient turbulent waves, He was hit.

Pressing red at sunset, You look very nice, The fennel wave of the wave touches, The foot of the beach, What a joy he is a tourist bird! In the sand of civil life

That's why so many birds gather. The distant sky pulls so close. There is no secret asceticism of the mind. You also remember his fresh, Either a foreign ruler or Shyam, Your name has changed, The ornament of that name is still after you. Who will know you now in Darya Nagar?

Beach girl, Samudra Lana, Yet my little salute to you, You live and leisure in a class society, Truly one life base. When it comes to you, the mind becomes a lover, In the whale, the stars are covered in dust in a dream, While inside the roar of the sea some people hear, Resonance of stormy life. But alas. Come to Inani Beach and see. The sky and the sea are so crowded, Like a dove intoxicated with love.