These days I often dream
dream of the deserted beach,
beach in colors red and blue
blue not of the cloudy sky
sky that reach to touch the sea
sea of colors green and gold
golden like the sunset we await
await night to break the spell
spell of this love filled beach
beach that i dream of often now.
This week for One Shot i attempted a loop poetry where the last word of a line becomes the first word of next line too.