The Beach
The beach ends in the crushing surf, the steady ebb and flow of the strongest force on earth.
And here we choose to build our castles, lounge in the sun, and play away the long days.
We walk out to meet the tide, dancing with the waves, relishing the kiss of the sun, all is mirth.
We are instantly refreshed from this well of power, this natural balm, embraced in the ocean’s spray.
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I love the ocean it gives me life sitting and staring far as i can imagine and get lost in my thoughts and dreams!
Nothing like the beach, right? So amazing. Thanks for reading and commenting.
Well done! The water and the beach are special places
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Beautiful poem that describes the beautiful beach.
Thank you! Back to a magic story for next month. Wrote the first three parts today.