The beach in its glory
Each shell tells a story
The sand has a secret to tell
Once the waves crash and fell
Seagulls fly overhead
Crabs have rocks but choose shells instead
Tide pools sloshed
Driftwood awashed
Horizon so blue the water looks faded
Trees grow so the sand is shaded
The beach is a haven
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Author:
Cheesencrackers (Pseudonym) (
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