I sometimes write poetry. I know it’s nothing special, but I guess it doesn’t have to be, since it’s mostly for my own enjoyment. Here’s a poem about the ocean and the sea:
The sea is agitated, beckoning to itself,
The distance runs carelessly…
The wind carries away the sadness quickly,
Waves inspire hope.
If you want, touch it with your palm.
The sea is a living fire.
The sea is an abyss without a bottom,
Dreams from reality and reality from dreams.
The sun throws rays upon the Earth,
And hugs us gently…
The white seagull shouts anxiously,
I want to swim serenely.
Easy dancing steps on the sand,
I jump into the rough sea…
Going back no more,
I will live in the expanse…
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