Beach Life
I stare at the frames in my room one by one.
I seem to always stop on one.
The setting is my kind of place.
The painting has the beach, waves, and boats floating and riding around the blue sea.
I can hear the sounds of the waves,
I can feel the breeze in my hair.
The sand on my feet just feels so good.
The peaceful sound it brings to my ears.
My mind is clear.
I can feel the water on my feet.
I can feel each grain of sand in each step I take.
I submerge in the ocean
The waves pull me in, and each time deeper.
I hear them calling my name to go inside.
Each step I take
The water covers my entire body, but my head.
Laying back enjoying the view that is given to my eyes
Unforgettable!
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