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Standing
at the middle of the coastline
stretching my tan arms horizontally
like a strawman
standing in a field,
closing my eyes,
paying careful attention to
the sea...
I can see, I can feel, and
I can fancy throughout the breadth of my mind
the alternating sounds of tides
as they come
and
touch me
Abruptly,
The calmness of the blue-bright sea
is punctuated with a breeze.
Thereby,
choppy waters are getting mad
with more and more fluctuating waves,
by the irritable sounds of the giggling and laughing of littl'uns
discernable out of the crowd,
by the high-pitched sound of a flock of seagulls above.
Even, wave-like movements of air become a mirage
tickling the under parts of my arms.
Feeling
the glittering sand, together with me
under the burning sun,
I breathe fresh air from out off the sea with flared nose.
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