The land’s wild fire still clings in streaks of rose
Holi’s dust converges with salt and shifting tide
What a peach-hued glow against water waves
As the shifting currents gently brush her side.
​She stands where glorious seas and soul meet
And sunset’s metallic gold reflected in her skin
The majestic ocean’s foam is cooling at her feet
While all the vernal warmth of spring aglow in.
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