The sound of the sea at the shore,
is a constant whisper-roar.
The sharp cry of a sea- gull,
punctuates it for me.
A breeze brings the scent of salt,
and brushes my skin,
playing havoc with my hair.
I feel the softness of the sand,
the icy coolness of waves at my feet,
and the sandy grit between my toes.
I sense freedom all around me,
as I see, scantily clad people,
diving into waves, walking into the wind,
talking in groups, and bathing in warm sunlight.
Their voices are carried to me,
as a soft babble,
with laughter, and squeals of delight
I see the beach,
strewn with scattered shells,
slick jellyfish, driftwood,
seaweed and smooth sea-worn rocks.
I gather treasures that appeal to me.
I watch dogs frolic, running in circles,
children building sandcastles.
I feel myself refreshed by the blue sky,
the aquamarine water,
and the sun-dazzled, whiteness of sand.
I let my thoughts wander, as I
wonder, my senses sparkle, alive.
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