Alive


As I stand before the ocean,
The wave crashes on my feet,
While gulls fly around my hand.
The boiling sun and its strong rays meet
My sweaty head.
My eyes struggle to see.
My cheeks are turning red.
The cry of the wind
Smashes my ears.
Omniscient is the sea,
Its waves, and its swell.
I hold the ocean in my eyes,
And as I stand before the horizon,
I am alive.

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