Flowing…

The foamy sea

the salt on me,

the foam on me

salt in the sea.

My legs in sand

white flour on land,

my legs on land

white flour is sand.

The azure sky

seagulls flying high,

and I’m high

with seagulls in the sky.

The breeze hits skin

the world’s on a spin,

and then I spin

when wind hits skin.

The nature’s flow

life’s on a go,

don’t let it go

become the flow.

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