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The rising sun breaks the dawn…,
And at last … the mist has gone.
The caravan of the sun rays
Runs quickly on the sea surface.
The sea shines with silver and gold,
It’s a hold of different sounds
Which are the compounds of …
The seagulls cry telling “hi”,
The splashes of the waves
Loving to make new caves.
The warm breeze is so rowdy
And the seagulls are so naughty.
They dance over the sea, they dabble.
The sea is their cradle.
They shout, they fly,…
Touching the sea and the sky.
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Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)