*** The Sea ***
*** The Sea ***
A stroll along the beach
on a beautiful summers eve
refreshed by the breeze.
I can hear the rustling
of the palm trees.
The sound of the waves
always to appease me.
Helping me feel at ease.
every chance I seize,
the miraculous ways
of the sea.
I find a way
to please
that deeper part of me.
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