The Sea


I hear it calling,
To much time has passed by.
I need to get there,
For I can feel my soul cry.....

To feel my feet sink in the sand,
To see the waves crashing on land.

To hear the shells make the ocean sound, to watch the seals float around.

There's no other place that has such a hold on me.
Just this magical place we all call
The Sea.

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