From melodies of seagulls to nostalgic views of crimsons,

Paints crafted on softer sands to gravel, embrace on moments,
The naughty taunts of winds gaze to blushes,

Those silken cold waves make ripples of emotions, intertwined of hands, making erotic bliss to heavenly memories and the sea a witness onto those timezones.
© Soni Mirchandani