A contemplating walk On the golden black sand, Desire to be alone Sitting on the sea stack;
The rhythmic harmony Crashing the boulders Misting up like magic The cloud of blur;
The aroma of the ocean Dispersed in the fog, Elevating the happiness Calming the nerves.
The visibility questioned The vision is blurred, But yet is seen This dome of dew;
The hazy blanket Draping around the physique, Whispering the secrets Of the deep blue sea;
The mouth inhales The droplets of the foam, Painting the palate Deriving the pleasure unknown;
The blurred facade Raining on the skin, Feeling safe and secured alone By the glistening beads of mist.
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