August Breeze along the Amalfi Coast
The August breeze drifts soft and slow
Along the Amalfi Coast’s warm glow,
Through lemon leaves in golden light,
It hums of salt and sunlit heights.
White walls sigh under midday light,
Where shadows rest in tender white,
A curtain lifts, then gently falls,
Like whispered dreams on plastered walls.
Below, the sea in sapphire calm
Cradles boats in its open palm,
They rock to time the mountains keep,
Ancient songs the cliffs still steep.
Homes cling close to stone and sky,
Painted hopes stacked boldly high,
Each window holds a quiet prayer,
Each step a story carved in air.
And as the day exhales its heat,
The light grows soft, the hours retreat,
Till dusk arrives on amber seas,
And summer lingers—held by breeze.
— Meenakshi Singh

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