Poem: A walk on the beach

I love the feeling of sand between my toes,
As cool, fresh air glides over my face,
The ocean-y wind tickles my nose,
As I walk down the beach at a slow pace,

The foamy, bubbly waves wash down the shore,
The crystal clear water is pristine and pure,
It makes a soft sound as it flows on to the coast,
This soothing sound is what I like most,

The wind whispers in the palm leaves,
I take huge whiffs of the cool windy, breeze
The sun is setting in the horizon
As the sky turns red-purple-crimson

Seashells scattered here and there among the sand,
I stoop down and pick up an ornate conch in my hand,
I put it to my ear and listen carefully,
And hear the whooshing voices of the sea,

I love the feeling of sand between my toes,
As cool, fresh air glides over my face,
The ocean-y wind tickles my nose,
As I walk down the beach at a slow pace.

-Adhya Bhatnagar

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