Whispers of Manapad
Upon the stones where oceans meet,
The sunset spills its gold at our feet.
Waves embrace the quiet shore,
Telling tales of those before.
The lighthouse stands, a guiding flame,
As skies ignite in hues untamed.
Each whispering breeze, a song of time,
Manapad’s beauty, pure, sublime.
Here the sea and sky entwine,
A fleeting moment, yet divine.
And in this glow, hearts understand,
The gentle grace of sea and land.