Crashing on the shores,
or having gradual spill,
surrounding filled with sounds
of its never ending rumblings.
A constant flow of breeze,
might also bring stronger winds,
from gentle sways to forceful bending,
could be seen in every things.
Even the disheveled hair,
the salty and sticky air,
doesn't stop the craving,
of visiting here for sightseeing.
Taking a stroll in bare feets,
experiencing the wetness in sole,
the fine sand that slowly sinks,
submerged within the coming splashes.
Then there's stony embankment,
acting as a perfect resting place,
facing the strong gust of wind,
listening to the voice of the sea.
These waves, are just like life,
ever-changing, yet the same,
as I embrace this wonderful feeling,
getting mesmerized in the rhythm.
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