The Sea - Poem by Eivey Farraday
The Sea, The Sea, it calls to me.
The waves roll out and crash onto the beach.
Foamy waves, burning sand,
All the beauties of our land.
The Sea, The Sea, it calls to me,
Its whispers soft and full of glee.
Waves keep crashing on this rock,
Oh how I wish to just dive off.
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