The smell of salt in the air,
how nostalgic.
How much of my childhood is there,
I wonder.
Little crabs running on the pure,
white sand.
Running away from little boys,
in swimming trunks.
Home always beckons at me,
whenever I'm far away.
So what is this other voice,
I'm hearing fro
m the sea.
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Author:
Quinn\'sfav1 (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
Hoping for advice to better myself
The big sound of the Ocean is a voice all its own! Wonderful 🌊
A very clever poem, nicely written
Thanks
You are very welcome
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