Where the Sea Meets the Land
Copyright © Makennarella. All rights reserved.
Where the sea meets the land,
Is a magical place.
Where two worlds collide
All masked by one face.
THE BEACH
The beach is my home
The sand is my bed,
The ocean's my playground
I'll be there instead
THE BEACH
When the air smells of joy
Of laughter and salt,
I know where I am
A question be naught.
THE BEACH
When the waves come on crashing
Like bombs to the ground
I feel so relaxed
At this place I have found
THE BEACH
When I see the horizon
The most beautiful around
I feel quite cozy
Truly safe and sound
THE BEACH
When the warm breeze
Kisses my cheek
I feel truly lifted
But still learning and meek
THE BEACH
I wish I could gaze
At the sea all my life
It'd free me of worries
Of problems and strife
THE BEACH
And now I must conclude
With quite a magical feeling
For I must leave for the beach
It's thought is quite appealing
THE BEACH
©Makennarella
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