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Puisi

A collection of poems, tales, and feelings from around the world. From the life of a world traveler in exile. Top rating: #66 in poetry

The Ocean

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by professor-blue

by professor-blue

The Ocean

There I stood at the water's front,

I gazed out into the blue infinity,

I smelled the salt of the sea waft my way,

And felt the warm splash of water on my skin,

I looked at the crystal blue,

And watched as fishermen did too,

I gazed at painters with their easels,

Painting away with the light of the afternoon,

casting long shadows to their back,

casting long shadows of pastel colored buildings,

casting long shadows that sparkle patiently across the tides,

I hear the cries of gulls in the skies

As my hair starts to rise,

From the breezes of Poseidon,

That whip softly and swiftly across the magnificent body,

The magnificent body of the sea,

The beautiful color blue that's all I could ever want to see.