1Sand
Ages and yores sprayed
Glint of God gleaming in grains
Vast spread varied hues
2Shore
Restless Rani rues
Set ashore her way his heart
Silicon Raja
3Salt
Preservative His
To save and savour this mud
His taste of our hearts
4Surf
Sea-shore sport endless
A draw-game, no win or loose
Breaking the game Surf
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