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March 9th, Poems for Class Your boat, it floats away.
Boys up from beachtowels
nakedandscreaming
into the icy-ocean after it.
Indifferent, the girls
run fingers through sand;
feel nature’s sunburnt-kiss.
Though i've never been into this situation you mentioned,
i still can imagine it....It must be Fun,right:-)
Hey,and thanx for your encouragements on my poems....You asked about style...I dont usually try a style,It just comes natural...may be it can have a semblance to some forms....which i may have read or gone thro'...still it remains irrevocably mine:-)
And as i don't stick to a pattern of writing...there is a possibilty of anything:-)
Thanx again.
Good-day.