I can feel the soft ocean's breeze
the warmth from the sun
the grass dances with the whistling wind
the ocean is filled with thoughts
I feel the cool water
the ocean is alive filled with lost souls
washing emotions up onto the shore
My feet sink in the softness of the sand
The ocean is made up of dreams
My mind lies in the heart of the ocean
The rocks are bones
Out in the open the waves settle and
wait for their attack,
I feel as one with the ocean
as the ocean feels like one
with the world.
- Izabelle Sheridan
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