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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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Roxana

Hello guys! I am Roxana. I love coffee, reading books, and the outdoors. I hope you guys enjoy my poems as much as I enjoy writing them. I welcome constructive criticism. I am always looking for new ways to improve my poetry.

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