Ocean Blue
You look at the beach it is beautiful. You play in the sand it is wonderful. You say to yourself you came to the right place. You collect seashells and put them in a vase. You think it’s so beautiful you come every day. So if people ask your opinion about a beach you’ll know what you’ll say.
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I commented on FB BUT...I'm still very moved and inspired by the words and emotions in this poem....I'll never experience the oceanside the same :)
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