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Run in a beach


I hear the crackling of sand, whistling among the rocks,

My feet leave little footprints in the sand.

Even though the birds fly high above my head,

I can still hear their morning calls to each other.

The sun barely rises above the horizon

I slowed my walk, elated by the beauty of the sight.

My ears are filled with the sound of the wild movement of the sea,

splashing waves on the rocks,

A new radiance with happy aspirations,
Written by moroccanpoet
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