Beach

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Fine grains of sand kissing my bare feet,
Displaying that tender and calm motherly touch.
Sauntering and I see,
At the horizon, the sun and the sea meet.
The sun is orange, orange as a yogi's attire.
Delighted to meet his long lost brother.

The dutiful sea with it's waves symbolising composure,
Gales whispering to me,
Excited as I am,
I dash towards the sea.
Happy to find some happiness at last.
The warm water gushes between my toes,
Taking away all the impurity and sin from me.
And now I am feeling fresh and renewed.
Away from the concrete world,
Now I am finally, in peace.

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