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The Ocean Calls Out to Me

The ocean calls out to me

The ominous depth of the limitless sea.

We may not know what it harbors

Maybe something breathtaking,

Maybe something dangerous.

Regardless, I feel at peace

At the beach.

Closing my eyes and stretching

My hand to reach

The salty wind-like

Hands of the sea

There's not a single soul,

Just me.

The horizon hugs the ocean

Like my hair hugs my face

In fascination.

It's a different world altogether

With no troubles whatsoever.

The crashing of the waves

Is like music to my ears.

Standing in the sand makes

Me forget all my fears.

The gentle caress of the sand below

Makes my soul freely flow.

It's a place I would

Return to everyday

Cuz from this busy life

I want to get away.

The ocean stays the same

But I will grow old.

The sun will always rise

And forever be gold.

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