Ocean Breeze
The ocean breeze
The chilled warm feeling,
The crispness in the air.
The touch upon my face,
The wind runs through my hair.
The smell of endless summer,
And taste of crashing tides.
The mystery of the ocean,
And the secrets it hides.
The memories that stayed,
Before we went away.
Of sitting on the beach,
And wanting to stay.
The ocean breeze is what I I can't get rid of,
It's what I miss most,
It's what I love.
Getting up and walking through the sand,
Leaving and remembering the memories that'll stand.
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