WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES, In Between

IN BETWEEN
In between
the dawn mist and the dusk cloud,
A cold
December day ended and had vanished.
In the strong
arms of the blue ocean,
A January low
tide wave embraced the shore,
In a lovely
mood and in its own rhythms,
A Melody of a
new year echoed,
All are
visible; all are elusive;
All are near;
all are far;
A
determination,
A devotion
emerge.
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