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Waves

Here I'm sitting without a care

Watching the ripples caress the sand

Taking in the salty sea air

Where the ocean meets land.

 

Show me the currents and ocean tides

right down to the oceans floor

Let me see where the seaweed resides

While the waves crash against the shore..

 

The white foamy waves crashing

With shades of green and aqua blue

The glistening sun flashing

Across the horizons hue.

 

© Hazel

 

◄ His Touch

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