As if the silvery white herd of swans
...are playing and falling, the sea waves
are friskily sporting and falling over,
...swirling over the sea shore!
After the white waves touching the shore
...and receding behind, the small legged
baby crabs run towards the sea friskily
...on the sand making it a great surprise!
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