This poem is strictly fictional. The weather was amazing a few days ago so inspite of having a lot more to study for my Business Studies paper the next day, I couldn't help but write something.

What I see seems familiar yet so untold

Shimmies the wind descend drops of gold

Sing the palm trees, the sun bids adieu

I feel the damp sand and beside me, you

Our hands entwine, my heart skips a beat

I feel fragile, so weak on my feet

My fairytale comes true, 

Oh heart! Behold!

As shimmies the wing, descend drops of gold.

Antara