Seaside
~ysabel
Strolling under the stars,
with the sand on my feet.
'Tis healing my hearts scars,
and stopped strolling and took a sit.
Just the sound of the waves,
I felt my life has been save.
Its cold and comforting breeze,
really makes me at ease.
Water from the sea reach my toes,
'tis like, it wants me to see where it goes.
I look at the sea upto the horizon,
and said, "Thank you, oh great, Poseidon".
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Random Short Stories and Poems
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