On the shore
On the beach, without a doubt my worries I forget.
My body and brain have a break from the city blast.
On my face, my soul draws a big smile silhouette.
Being here is like eating at a fancy five-star breakfast.
Outside on my own, I feel free, even more,
and the vastness of the ocean, reminds me that I am tiny.
I’m watching the waves crashing on the shore,
and I hear them roar like lions almighty.
Without restraint the wind blows, but I cannot follow,
Because I can’t fly as the seagulls high up in the sky,
Thus, for my heart, it’s a hard pill to swallow.
My dear shore, in a way, I was yours and you were mine.
I wish to stay longer; I don’t want to go.
And I could die a hundred times, but you’ll forever be in my mind.
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