It’s that time of day, when the coast is serene,
A soft sunset sinks slowly in the seas
Warming the sand as it sits pristine,
Concurrently warming the sea as it heaves.
Early stars dot the sky,
The sun dies as twilight replies.
A tender breeze flows along, lifting the sand into twisting swirls,
Floating like magic in dazzling curls,
The mysterious sense of mother ashores.
The scene of waves rushing on shore
Is like no other scene you’d ever conceive.
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