By The Deep Blue Sea

By The Deep Blue Sea short poem

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The sea is filled with water
With high and low tides
When we go near it
We feel that we are in paradise.

The warmth of the sand touching the feet
The feel of the breeze with a welcoming greet
The sight of the children playing on the shore
Makes my heart roar like never before.

Time flew by as I tried to explore
The beautiful treasures yet the sea bore
Feeling satisfied I walked home
With memories to cherish forever more .

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Name:Suneethi jerusha Nallapu, Marital status:married Student perusing masters in health Care management and leadership. Profession:Dental Surgeon I am a free style singer, artist, Poet and a writer.
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