#Part 1 - My Tryst With Beaches

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Ever since I was three

I love to roam on the beaches totally free.

The smell of ocean comes to my nose

Like a swift flowing gush.

Upon lying on the beach and looking up the sky

I see the sun shining like a diamond quite high.

The shells I find along the shore

Are the trinkets that I adore.

I walk along the tip of the shore of sea

Where my feet leaves print to be.

I lie there as another wave crashes

With a rock and water around it splashes.

I can walk here nonstop to the end 

The land that holds this beautiful sand.

This beach always make me feel bewitched

And makes me feel enchanted.

The sparkling waves enthral

And enrapture me in their jocund company.

The sandy sea shore

Beguiles me to the core.

The woosh-woosh of the sea wave

can make anyone feel rave.

I love to roam on the beaches totally free

Ever since I was three.

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