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I see the sea or does she see me?



I whispered to myseIf, "I seem to be seeing the sea!”
Very few things were as exhilarating as a cup of coffee. 

Hard to believe that I was on a real sandy beach, 
Something that had always been out of my reach. 

Lashing waves were a melody in my meditation music,
They said its therapeutic value could cure the sick. 

But I know now what it means to witness the sight, 
Of fast-paced breaking waves forming foam so bright. 

Cool breezy wind whizzing past each strand of hair, 
Releasing all the doubts I had accumulated with care. 


Remembering all thoughts that once shuddered me, 
All those locks for which I hadn’t found a key. 

Just this moment, I turned around facing the wide shore,
Flowing away with the waves like a pebble with a lot in store. 

No matter how life throws trials and tribulations weighing us down,
No one can dampen the pleasure of waves bowing to cool you down. 
Let the sea set you free...

The sea has inspired and humbled many a renowned legends,
Even aided juveniles and delinquents to make serious amends. 

How can I forget the mermaid that awakened my streak of imagination, 
How can I ignore James Cameron’s daring mission: ocean exploration. 

His journey to the bottom of the deepest trench in the world,
At a depth of more than the inverted mighty Mount Everest, girl! 

These complex brain swirls almost stopped with the next swash, 
Excitedly, I jumped on an incoming wave with a loud splash. 

Let the high and higher waves bring on bigger challenges,
I can be like the sand that only glistens more as the wave rages. 

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