The sea calls me in the winter time;
memories of sand and sun sublime.
Seagulls overhead the winds to ride;
emerald waters move on restless tide.
Waves washing over sandy beach;
small creatures scurry out of reach.
Sun bakes the body golden brown;
seashells treasures on the ground.
Sky meets ocean; an optical allusion;
mysteries of sea offer no conclusion.
asiren’s sultry voice; soft lullaby it sings;
Rhythms of the sea; played on fluid strings.
On this winter day; I long for sea’s allure;
it’s symphony played again; sweetly pure.
Bare feet pressing on wet sandy beach;
just a memory; its shores I cannot reach.
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