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I entered the cold and windy sea To see what I could see There was something I had in mind A treasure I couldn’t find   I was searching for a crab To fit the habitat that I had
The waves crashed together in all of their glory, their chaos creating a sense of relaxation within her, She looked to the clouds as if each of them told a story. The golden rays of the sun were starting to shine,
Reality why oh why do you bother me I was just fine without you while I lay on the sand My life was good, scratch that grand It was just the sun, the sand, the waves and me
A Beach   The waves rolling into the shore A beautiful sunrise uprising over the ocean as far as you can see
I close my eyes Breathe deeply Feel the breeze wisping through my hair I turn and see you beside me Just sitting there.  
Crabs crawl across the rocks, as you walk along the docks.  Warm sand between your toes, as a cool breeze blows.  Boats sail on by, as you look up at the blue sky.  Sweat drips down your back,
Will you wait for me?   As I stand on the edge of sand With water caressing between my toes  Back and forth, back and forth   There is a lull in the wind  Everything stops,
Traveling is a part of who I am A search of me In a place I've never seen Weather buildings or the jungle I find myself in bundles I explore sandy beaches and towns where I am faceless
bring me whipped-cream foam on top of sea-salted air don't forget the occasional delicacy from the unknown shore where other customers are waiting--   here, bring them this feather
Ever been to the beach and stuck your toes in the sand? Did you find it's squishy ness grand? Did you run in the water and find out it's cold? Bet you didn't know there are more sights to behold
Dearest Wading Girl, I peer at you through my canvas window Watching as you dip your toes into the waters off the sharp Irish coast. You wade through the yearnings of your kin Reaching sun-dried dreams and
Warm water Crashes onto the shore Approaching my feet Taunting me   Jump in
A picture is worth a thousand words But what’s worth even more Is what a camera can’t capture
  If you were to ever be looking for me I'll be where I feel the most free Standing with my feet in the water   Wondering about a second life  
Stranger to my body but not my heartStranger in the night under the silver moon lightshadowed face in the nearest placebeside a seashores crashing wavesHe takes her hand asher eyes take his soul
The beach, where the ocean overflows with joy at the presence of her visitors. Aching to touch, yearning to love.   Her waves push forward onto the beach to wash upon your toes.
I want to go where the water meets the land. There is a balance there. There is no sound like that which sand and lapping water share.  
I want to go to a place where the ocean roars. I want to go to a place where you can hear the wind rushing past your ears. I want to go to a place where seagulls soar so low their wings nearly touch the shadows on the sand .
Deep amethyst spikes that are meant to penetrate through life’s setting, Like fireworks going into the sky and exploding. Deep colors coming in to light up the oceans over the days,
Everything is calm and bright, But yet it causes me a fright. Waves crashing against the shore, Who knows what roams the ocean floor?
I look in her eyes I have never met someone Who made me feel the way The early morning sun And the splashing waves On white sandy beaches Make me feel Until I saw into her eyes
Once upon a time I was listening to sublime,  right on the beach so peaceful and calm,  the waves clashing into the soft sand, while listening to my favorite band, 
Some people may look and see the beach. Some people look, and they see the shore. Combers will walk as far as they can reach, But, in the end, it is something we can all explore.  
People live on the water here, See themself in the tremblin’ waves, Tricky mirrors rollin’ unclear And rockin’ her history’s graves.  
A walk through Washington D.C. would be incomplete Without a stop at a trickling fountain - The object of a thousand dreams And pennies flicked up high, Like the work of our forefathers
Water flows                     through              the     river as a part of the outdoors It shimmers in the sea just beyond the sandy shore And it sits in your cup… so imagine it no more
This time last year my happiness came in wavesThe hurt and the pain seemed to pile on top of me as if they were new grains of sand.I was a broken shellThe shell that was always washed up on the shore The shell that didn't go a day without being ig
Do we react like universes? And Experience ourselves ironically? She sleeps -- she's peaceful now -- on soft white sand; The ocean of her eyes starts looking starry. But I am drowning. Just 'cause I'm supposed
Still and silent I float in the deep blue, the ocean is my master and I its slave.   Heels, check. Face, check. Glasses – better leave those here – check.
We met under the white gazebo fair, The wind blowing north up the sunlit shore Your eyes, blue ocean and the bright sand, your hair Before me was all I had ever yearned for  
"Just a second," the typical reassuring lie I spoke aloud I stopped more frequently than I had been walking. At first they would wait for me, But after a while it was simply no use to wait for another person
Amber in the morningAmber in the nightAmber was at the beachIn the dark and light
An unplanned gathering,  Turned into a landmark event.  Ocean waves become steady heartbeats. 
It has been a long year There's no more time for books No time for tests, pencils, nor paper The only thing left to do is to breathe. Breathe in the ocean air, crystalized with salt.
OFF! The AC knob kisses the left tick. DOWN! The glass sinks into a black sea of blazing leather Hair, slicked back in the clasp of the alligator. Her right foot eases off the brake.  
there go my girls  they're arm in arm palm tree girls that keep me warm bring on the sunset my summer stars boardwalk fairs and stealing hearts  
An endless summertime bliss at a tall, tan, inviting home on the beach, The waves of summer roll in and slowly leave an impression in the white sand, A girl, seventeen and beautiful, filled with freckles
Trekking to the world's edge With a good sister and friend To see what lies around corner, To peek around the sandy bend. Ambling in the stretch Where earth and water are one,
A piece of driftwood lies alone on the sunbaked sand.   A knarled knot points out to sea, gesturing far from the land.   What troubled seas have you traversed? What strange lands have you spied?
  The air is salty And blows in a calm breeze You inhale and exhale With tranquility and ease   For miles ahead
She wore her hair a certain way, so she could cover her face. No one would question her puffy eyes, it was her disguise. He saw her once; her hair all down,hiding her face filled with disgrace.
I drove through shaded green canopies To the boundary of land and water, And as I tiptoed across crumbled rock Careful Not to fill my shoes with grain, The sour smell that lingered Between sand and sky
I want the shoreline, the foamy white waves colliding into rock like soldiers sparring in battle; the horizon brushed with soft strokes of lavender, rose pink and azure; the low-toned
Silhouetted trees Line dusked beach skies, As subtle breeze Blows, All is calm, Earth sighs.
My mother is special. That’s what they say When they drag me away From that shiny white room And I ask if I may
She stands on the rugged sea shell beach, waiting for something to happen. Her life has not been really exciting, and she hasn't particularly been described as an ambitious person.
FLORIDA, COCA-COLA, A TYPEWRITER   I moved to Florida because I wanted to write a book.   I moved to Florida because I wanted to drink Coca-Cola on the beach and write a good book.  
I walked along the sandy shore, The tide tickling my toes. Wondering how you could want more, Than an ocean to drown your woes?   The sea is there to drown our fears, Its pattern never faulty.
  Waves are rolling with rhythms of blue. Bubbles surface with an off white hue.  Sun beams down, no clouds in the way. Salt in our hair for a multitude of days.
There is nothing more beautiful More beautiful than you The sun is a mere old and rusted penny compared to the glow of your Iris blue   If I could put your sweet voice in a seashell
So shallow are these shoreswhere I seem to find only shells.Each step should lead me closer,but, alas, I cannot tell.The salty sea fogs the journey,it no longer is clear.How far must I walk
the effortless breeze roared while the waves were talking the dark clouds got angry while the palm trees were dancing   I am screaming while the seagulls are chirping the sun was smiling
Laying alone on the gritty, ecru sand the grains dance about your eyelashes, teasing knowing you're envious of their dance partner. The dunes sigh as the wind sifts through and carries 
On the shores of here and gone, a never ending line sunlight shining off her hair and dancing off her eyes.   Palm trees sway in seafoam green,
If I were to travel, to the dull gravel, passed the brilliant water, I'd bring my otter, there's no dispute, he's super cute, so he'd be the one, that would bask in the sun,
Red, blue, and yellow, Colors of beach umbrellas Cooling off surfers From the summer heat to the Relaxation of the waves   Hot sand and cool wavesExperience of beaches Memories are made
Stuck on an isle, my Love and I.  Who else to dwell with under the sky? Though oceans rage and sunbeams wave, No tempest could swallow the love that we've saved.  Deserted, stranded, and lost at sea,
Ocean breeze, you seem too good to see, always there by a blink of a hair,  passing your way through me.   You give me life, a sort I can't see, it all seems too good to believe,
Salty air.  Salty hair.  What is better than saltiness everywhere?    Sunkissed skin.  Sunburned nose. 
The waves are rushing, I hear the splashing sound. People on the beach playing around, there's nice ladies in their beach gowns. It's really late, but everyone is up. What came from the moon that we won't have from the sun? Waves.
amorphous grains of quartz piled high, tumbling, rolling together further degrading, microscopic rainbows, tiny magic gems. halite sprinkled in,
The sweltering sun
I am from croquettas de jamon, From guava and cheese. I am from sandy beaches heated by the bright, burning sun (Beating, glistening, warming my skin, tasting like freedom)
Feeling the warmth spread throughout your body, and the peace that flows quick after, the love that overwhelms your chest,
The squawking of the seagulls the calmness of the waves  seashells shining gracefully  in golden sunlit caves.   The shakiness of sand, beneath the frollickers' feet,
My feet sink into the earth, Like an old man in his favorite chair. Microscopic life tickles between my toes Leaving a sense of clarity and peace. The air tousles and textures my hair,
The beams of light hit the spirited waters creating Glistening diamonds, Sparkling crystals, And little specks of happiness. The warmth radiates across my body As I run my hands through my Soft,
I feel the sand between my toes
Sandy feet, light brown ocean, and a vast open sky. My week before this was stressful, burdensome and I thought I was going to die. It was hour after hour of work. It was draining; tearing at my soul.
    The sun peaks perfectly through a gap in the mountain side, illuminating the rising and falling tide that leaves a puff of mist on the shore,
The soft sand warms her like a blanket  A cool breeze flows through her hair The waves splash and smooth her spirit  She views the horizon with love and care   
its the grass burrs stickig to your sock its the way the water looks wen you skip a rock. its the water glistening when the sun hits just right. its how it looks even prettier reflecting th moon night.
I was at the beach,And I thought of you
I grasp the silver thing in my palm so tight Heavier than I expected, not light My toes in the sand, I carefully place it my mouth Not wanting to break my pearly whites I lock my jaw and clench my teeth
Together we walk hand in hand feet tingling on the soft silky sand. Her smile brighter than the sun.
    Oct 16   The air is cool A steady stream of water pushing against the shore Taking bits of it with it as it recedes back to its home over and over and over again.
I've found something new to fascinate me. An old, abandoned apartment by the beach has taken my curiosity. What happened here? Every room is empty, every door locked. It's almost as if someone wanted to keep something out. No one comes here.
I run into an open sky. I watch the sunset and within the orange and pink horizon I see me. I see myself at just 5 years old walking into a new surrounding. I see my teacher anxiously awaiting 
There I sat staring As every color flew by Oceans of madness
Sitting on the beach Hearing the waves crash against the sand Feeling the sand betwee my toes Wrapped in the arms of the ocean and feeling save being around the ocean Being surrounded by the waves and the sun
incredible. that we think of the waves--of things of nature--as intruders. we say to the waves: "stay back!" so as not to ruin our man-made prizes. but did we ask the beach's permission to build upon her sand
The Sun beams down Through the mess of white clouds. And the water crashes on the sand.   It's been so long since I've been here, This sounds tells me I'm not alone.  
Sand in between toes. I was choking on the sea. Exposed in the sun.
I open my eyes to the vast, glorious sight of the ocean. The seemingly impenetrable, endless blanket of water stretches on and on, And the waves ripple in a calm, soothing motion.
Slowly, slowly sailing.  Lazily, readily, whimsically, wailing. Waves around us, dancing and singing, the bell on the lighthouse softly ringing.   A "swoosh" of the sea foam, 
BLOTCHES FROM A COLORFUL CANVAS   With blue the world is draped, and with its hue my soul delights, From whitewashed shores on dripping edges of roaring sounds, 
The sun is up it's the crack of dawn, time to start the day. The roosters crowing,  the hens are laying, through the mist of morn I see a baby fawn, time to throw the hay.
The white sandy beaches crash against the waves as if battling for the territory of land. The birds fly through the air sending signals of impending danger to their nearby relatives.
I can hear the crash of the mighty waves on the shore my feet are submerged into the prickly sand
Wrinkled but soft Aged and veiny Her hands have raised us Tonight they stir spaghetti, Hang wet clothes, Wash the dishes. And how beautiful they are.   It’s said to be heaven
The beach is peaceful
To change, alter, modifyIf I had the power to revolutionize,Every stroke of the brush placed in my right handwould ever so gracefully trace my vision. 
Let's say we ran away to those islands you love so much I leave my hair all curly and wild and collect sea shells to make jewelry to sell you'd run a little grill shack on the beach
My girlfriends and I were in the gym.I lifted five pound dumbbells. They went on the most intense machinesat the highest speeds.Sweat poured out of their pores
Listen to the Water Listen to the Sun Listen to the Sand They're all so grand The swishing whish of Water The beating heart of Sun The whispering shh of Sand as one
I walk From here to there is 
Across from the ocean, I sit on the beach, I'm lost in tranquility, As my soul tries to breathe.   White clouds moving slowly, The breeze calm and still, I'm caught in the moment,
This is the name you were born with,
The sound of the crashing waves Keeps me at bay With a pound of thunder As the sound gets greater I wait until later to come around   The sun goes down I wonder off to the crystal waters
I am yours, where waters meets land; crashing in with passion,
I sit motionlessly, watching the bright rays of light dim over the horizon. I can hear the soothing sound of the waves striking the rocks, and the wet footprints running across the sand.
  How curious it is, to walk along beaches Made of thousand-year old shells, and Think about how young we in are in comparison. Sand dollars and dried-up crab shells floating around
  Crystal clear water dances effortlessly amongst the reefs. The crest of waves fall upon the sand like gentle giants. Seashells abundant in every direction are vivid in the morning light.
Let's both hold hands, Or love, Or go dance. Or poke small dark holes In wet White  Sand. 
There's an empty hole inside of me, because my dad I'll never get to see. I was as happy as can be, until my dad left me.   Who would want to kill my dad ? Who hated him that bad ?
Today I wrote his name in the sandBut the waves came and washed it away.Again I wrote it with a second hand;But the tide crept back, to make my love his prey. 
I don't even think that it's possible. For my heart to even go back to being lockable. Cuz my love for you is mildly tropical. I gives you mango, coconut, and some pineapples. We have that island love.
The sun sets slowly over settled sparkling sea shores Soul mates sit side by side so sweet, so solemnly sentimental Swans swim somewhere near, struck by silent starry skies
Tonight I’ll sit on thecold sands of a deserted beach,looking out over the sighing waves ofa black ocean,the sky subtly blending into the waterlike a camouflage—they are one in the same.
Here on my back, fog softening its edges and without clouds the sky is the color of cold light shining from grey silk lingerie it is smooth and flat and could fall upon my head at any instant.
inside a passenger seat breathing in a static driveleaving rolling hills to the ocean's waveslet's slip into the sands.hide inside our skinand dive deep.
Do you see my unicorn?She is pure white, her mane shining in the moonlight.Her fur is soft, like a chick's downy fluff.Within her sweet eyes, is where something lies.
It's likeSandInside your handsEventually it will slip out Know nowI'm with you somehowNo matter where you go It's like sandIn the beachUncountableA number out of reach 
The water. It crashes over perfectly glazed-over, deep grey sand gently-- striving not to crack the breathtaking surface of reflections. The sun. It sinks quietly into the majestic purple and nectarine colored sky like silk.
Footprints in the sand, the cold salty waves brush against my toes. Colorful umbrellas are scattered across the white sand.
  The cool breeze skims my skin, Giving me the chills. My toes crinkle in the sand, As I quickly look to the hills.   Remembering him was easy, But missing him was hard.
Myself; As expansive as the ocean, Yet also a wanderer within its great depths. With no thought at all I flow with its motion, But resistance is found when I consider my breadth. Deeper than the submarines,
Behind these glasses my mind growls - full of emptiness - like my stomach. Not fed. A mosquito trapped in a window. My mind trapped in a tiger's cage. Gnawed, ripped.
 One odd day in summer, a boy meets a firework.     Salt-scented wind tosses her red hair around her    Face, creating a frame for her bright eyes, her freckled    Nose, her joyous smile.
            Here, nature grasped me in her arms and straddled my front.             Here, she immersed me in her smells and her soft, lingering caresses,             Here, she dominated with gentle, sudden, adamant will power.
The bare sand bears only the smell of salt Upon its desolate skin Waiting for that high of Lotionous water To breathe life to this
I think about you when you're not by my beside You live miles away so that's almost all the time Even worse we're going to college separate ways  Both hoping the relationship will never fade
Hands lock, fingers curl. Eyes twitch. Just a few of the many things we do together. When walking on the beach, seagulls high above us. People waving hello as we get higher,
The sea shimmers like sunlight on chrome Loud crashing waves and soft silky sand are my living room The beach is the place I call home   My home is unlike the old empire of Rome
I follow my fathers footprints In the sand on the beach To walk like Him is difficult  His prints are just out of reach I leap to the left and right Like a skier on a slope
That perplexing blueKnocks the air out of youjust by lookingMakes you breathe inSalt foamsFeeling grandyet shrunken listeningto the tossing clap of the waves  Waves like mountains
One sunny day I went to the beachI was soaking in the sun like a deprived solar leachBut the longer I stayed sitting, basking in the heatThe more my mind would wander and soon I left my seat
Tiny tots laugh and splash as the waves break on sunscreened stomachs. Reckless teenagers try new tricks on their freshly waxed skim boards. Old men in Speedo's walk up and down the shoreline. This, is my Florida.
As I sit on the cool beach sand, my toes greet the brisk lake water. I close my eyes while I breathe in the crisp, clean, morning air, as I search for the light through the thick early fog. I can hear the loving call of a loon to its mate.
Sandy beaches Peaceful, content Tickling your feet as you walk along Waves crash building up power Crushing seashells till they are no more than Sand You stoop to retrieve one
The moon races by the windowsill of Beach Music, our house on the sea, unremitting and vain in his chase. The footprint lane drifted down the shore, but only followed me.
It’s forever been a struggle to meet in the middle, The waves want to overtake the sand, But the sand wants to hold their own Constantly battling to have control
Pelicans dive deep, Dolphins glide through the smooth sea, Living worry free. Not a cloud in sight, Hot rays reflect off water, Lost in paradise.
The fluffy, green grass, Of the Midwest’s rich soil, Pads my barefoot feet. Deer, rabbits, and birds, In hilly corn and bean fields, Fill the open space.
Last summer we tiptoed across driftwood panels. Barefoot, but carefully alert we’d watch as poison ivy clung onto both sides of the boardwalk, embracing
Can you feel it? The warmth of the sun the waves rolling with fun The way children sit, looking at the seashells they just collected, Look a crab, walking along the shore The cold water hits my feet
We gather. We wait. We silently anticipate. The sun dips down, The waves dance up. The crashing touch Of Mother Earth And the King of the Sea Produce a sight of beauty.
There are some drives Down the open flat of The coast highway, where we had hair Whipping against our cheeks, stinging, As the effect never shown in pictures.
The crash of the waves Upon the shore The smell of the salt Oft described in folklore The feel of the sand Warm and soft underfoot The cry of the seagulls They saw my fresh fruit
I moseyed onto the desolate sands of the gloomy, grey water fronts, just pondering the meanings of life itself, The icy winds were whipping all through the sky, tearing limb from limb of the misty front,
I may write you down in my memories With my imagination and fantasy. I may stride with you on the beach And confidently toward the wedding gate.
I arrive at a beach called Piha Not a beach I have seen before I see dark black volcanic sand With royal blue minerals As sun shines upon the beach I can see the hidden silver sparkles
I arrive at a beach called Piha Not a beach I have seen before I see dark black volcanic sand With royal blue minerals As sun shines upon the beach I can see the hidden silver sparkles
I arrive at a beach called Piha Not a beach I have seen before I see dark black volcanic sand With royal blue minerals As sun shines upon the beach I can see the hidden silver sparkles
I arrive at a beach called Piha Not a beach I have seen before I see dark black volcanic sand With royal blue minerals As sun shines upon the beach I can see the hidden silver sparkles My toes feel so warm Under the hot sand Then my feet touch the
I watch her shimmer and dance from the shoreline While the sunset adorns her in gold she’s calling so sweetly, my Aquamarine For our friendship is many years old
Scattered shells along the shore Blaze a trail for many a lore The waves lap up against the sands The birds fly over all the lands
The place with the sand and sea is abandoned, Empty. Deserted. Bumpy tracks of vehicles are freshly anew, But no other traces of a once crowded beach left behind.
In the Bahamas Beach goers relax and swim Under the bright sun
Across the boardwalk Over the dunes On the sand Near the water To the hotel
Here you go, stuck in the undertoe. This isn't a beach, though, but a life. Flail your arms about and you may get out. Don't do it and you will become your own foe
White Shifty The Sand Allows my toes And foot as a whole To pass and Sink some Inches Down Setting Like the Tangerine sun As it slips away Past the edge
Every other summer we travel to Michigan The landscape's so open and calm The beauty of the tall hills of sand The beauty of the freshwater lake
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