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Imagine walking down the shore.
While holding flower in your hand.
Let wind caress you to the core.
And run your bare feet through the sand.

The world is mute and calm in here.
Go to the sunset light ahead.
Feel lungs with seaborne playful air.
Let water softness be your bed.

Allow the water hold your grief.
And wash it out to the sea.
Sense tender flavor of relief.
Now, all your worries are set free.

The marine touches feel like a rose.
Man leaves here many troubles, too.
Or else, for how do you suppose
That soothing ocean got so blue?

While walking past the greenish land,
When flowers reach their earliest bloom,
Imagine sitting on the sand:
Just you. The Sea. And shining Moon.

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