Decima Poetry Challenge by Ronovan – Prompt No. 68: (BEACH) in the A rhyme line.

There, on the shiny sandy beach,
I lived – morning, noon, eve and night,
counting days not, but breaths alright.
I knew not what she wished to teach,
Her blue sadness – I had to breach.
So I lived on the sandy shore,
where the hermits hid their amour.
Counting not sunrise and sunset,
but by number the sand got wet,
by the rare black pearls washed ashore.
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Poetic splendor, Nima. I loved these lines:- Counting not sunrise and sunset,
but by number the sand got wet,
What an imagination!!👍
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Honored to hear those words Kitty 🙂
Thank you so much ❤ ❤ ❤
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You are welcome, Nima. 🙂
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🙂 🙂 🙂
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Absolutely gorgeous💕💕
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Thanks a lot Ishita dear 🙂
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I love the form and you’ve written a beautiful response
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Thank you my dear Mich ❤
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Beautifully written, my dear
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Thank you , my dear 🙂
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You’re most welcome 🙂
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😄😄
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Beautifully expressed, Nima. ❤️
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Thank you very much Punam dear 🙂
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My pleasure, dear. 😊
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😍😍
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Hi Nima, how are you? Miss your poems. 🙂
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