And I sit by the shores,
Gazing the horizon,
In the embrace,
Of the nature’s fold.
The waves surging with force,
Receding with urgency,
leaving behind some grain coarse,
And the wind prickling my face,
Make my hair flow without its trace.
While the nature,
Keep busy with its exuberant verve,
I perch on the shore,
Giving my mind the tranquility that it deserves.
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