Mermaid
The last of fishing boats gone,
The beach now bare,
Wind whistling among the trees,
The sun has set,
Setting her free.
She rises high,from the waves,
From dusk till dawn,
Perched on her rock,
A mystic creature of the dark,
She’s a legend,
The star, of many a tale.
Copyright © Apurva Prabhudesai | Year Posted 2019
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