i look away from the beach
i saw people on their balconies
drinking margaritas or beers
their feet comfortably prop on rails
i wish i could hear their voices
i know they're happy; what else
question came to mind; thinking
why we love going close to sea
and sea keep reaching our feet
could be at one time we were one
swimming in the depth of ocean
ah! could be changes we undergone
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