Meandering, Mesmerized by the rolling wake
Mellisonant in the rhythmic, gentle breezes
Wafting the sweetly, salted mists refreshingly
Purifying minds soul, on each waves cresting
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Angst of the world, like pebbles tumbling
Across the sands, washed with every tides
Lapping the roughness, smoothing the edges
Polishing heart’s soul, into fine gemstones
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Upon the sands of time, awash in sea foams
Cleansing today’s debris, on every shoreline
Like rippling goosebumps, within each follicle
Peacefully body’s soul, transformed anewed
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