Feeling high or low,
At the beach I must go.
As sea winds caress me,
I Inhale the saltiness of the sea.
Stepping in the sand, oh so cold,
I feel so joyful and bold.
Run towards the ocean,
And feel the tide in motion.
Letting the waves lick my toes,
I forget all my woes.
As the water sprays my face,
I hear music from a far off place.
The vast sea in all its glory,
Narrates a blissful story.
Therefore when the midnight moon glows,
At the beach I must always go.
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