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Prodding their skin around, a child played,
The shore giggled, sending waves that way.
Wiping out the hole, filling the shell,
Structuring the clumsy sand well.
The child returned, searching for the hole. Instead,
Found the replaced gift from the shore.
Waves sent again as a sign,
To take the gift, which shines like his smile.
Thus a story conveyed like waves,
Through the beauty captured portrait.

~Kavi

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