Surf
Surf roared in my mind
And I wished it was real
So I went to the beach in a hurry.
I could now hear it in loud crashes.
I wonder how many people
Loved the rip roar of the blue and white
It seemed like everyone.
This was the surf's glory.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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