Waves are like moods
They come and they go
But wherever they're moving
They move super slow.
Dunes are like mountains
To those who are small
But still as they are
They still rise and fall
Shells are like phones
You use with the ocean
You hold one and listen
To the seas' motion.
Crabs are like people
Who scuttle around
Running about on their business
Without making a sound.
Beaches are wonders
A treasure close by
Everyone is welcome
To sand, sea, and sky.
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Attic flower
PoetryA flower found in the attic is a treasure bringing back good memories of great times. This anthology is a collection of all kinds of poetry, like the contents of a good old attic.
