Don't look for me
I'm not sure which coast will stand next
Don't worry about my inflammation
In front of my eyes, there was plenty of salt water
The world is a beautiful place
Don't worry. God saw it coming
He gently shook the liquid in his hand, ready to go
Disinfect the human world
Don't look for me
My footprints, collected in the white spray
I heard you call, I put the affectionate answer
To the seagulls flying up and down
Look, why does the sun keep on setting
The water on the beach, why not return
Why do the seagulls linger to leave
That is because, sentimentally attached to the sea, I am still
Look back again and again
It's a nice poem. I think anyone that has spent a significant time at the beach can sympathize with being attached to the sea. It does have a way of pulling you in.
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