What exactly the golden shore

Seek from the colorless gentle bundles of waves

Who come across time to time to the shore

Is it love?

Is it the company?

Is it the existence that makes her glow?

Steady she stands, holding the ground

Even though the waves take a bit of hope,

A bit of herself.

Stays still in love for all she wants

Just another touch of his gentle gesture

He is her home.

By Amna Fairoos