Recede like photographs in an album.
We steer towards Deira.
Echoes the evening call for prayer.
The golden sky-line
Illuminates the horizon.
Another boat sails by
Dressed up in twinkling lights
For the nightly Arabian Fiesta
As if a bride for her groom.
Cool breeze
Soothes my bare skin
As I simply watch, and wish
That we never touch shore
Deira, we alight.
The ferry sails back,
A magical carpet floating away.
~Prajakta
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