The Ocean
Where time has no place within the peace and composure,
squeeze and revive my inner most dreams,
and yearnings refresh my relationship with the sea,
where days are idyllic and nights mystic.
Waves send their chorus of voices,
sounds like the throb of a chime,
to the heart of the listening desert,
glittering and dancing like millions of diamonds.
Clashed brilliantly with the water beneath,
bringing foam and dying shells to the shore,
sea creatures submerge under the seawater,
resting on the sea enclosed rock structures.
Wild and silver waves,
crashing into unkempt cliffs,
sculpting new curves into the rocks and tide pools,
and surges with laughter as its war against the shore continuous.
I felt happy when I stand near the ocean
watching the evening sun fall away,
foamy white waves clang against the shore,
licking my toes with a little cackle.
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