Deep cold seas,
of oceans so blue,
warm, chilling sands,
differences so true.
Gulls flock around, bread is thrown,
when i hear the waves,
i fell as though my feet don't touch the ground.
A life of mystery,
some still unknown,
flattened, smooth rocks,
being thrown.
Hot driftwood fires,
millions of kite fliers,
where my heart is free,
on the beach, you and me.
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