as the waves lash onto the shore.
The golden sands, the silvery glimmer,
the frothy waves shine and shimmer.
The clouds burst and surrender there,
like tears they fall on wavy layer.
The tides are giants and also low -
Like sun and moon they come and go.
Some broken tree trunks lie here,
witnessing untold beauty so rare.
People of all ages look at the sea -
Perhaps imagining how life should be.
The sun glows and moon shines,
the waves trace out curvy lines.
Sand castles and footprints on beach,
none of it is out of the ocean's reach.
Prasenjit©2022
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