jazminicole

The Ocean, Trinidad State Beach

Everything that is happiness is here
Can you hear the waves
The cold air brushing through your hair
The leaves blowing
The warmth on your skin
The salty smell
This is love
This is true happiness
True beauty
How can something be so beautiful
But so dangerous?
It’s deceiving
This is where I’d rather be.

 



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