The ocean
I stand upon a quiet beach
Where sea and sand both meet.
The oceans angry waves do throw
It’s foam upon my feet.
Above the waves I see a gull,
It’s lost and lonely cry,
Echoes back across the sea
As it glides smoothly by.
I stoop to pick a seashell up
And place it to my ear,
Inside I hear the oceans roar
It fills my heart with cheer.
The ocean brings back memories
Of days that long have gone,
But like the ocean’s deep blue waves,
My life keeps moving on.
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