The sound of the waves crashing against the rock cliff,
With the faint sound of seagulls and children ahead.
The sun making it hard to see,
My eyes tracing shapes in the sand.
Walking up to the trashing water,
The tips of my toes touching the icy blue water.
Thoughts in my mind wander away,
As I look out at the horizon.
It smells of the salty water.
Time passes and the sea settles,
I wonder away in the night,
Sleep tight...
Written by Isabella
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