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Ocean Blue
The sound of the sea
I feel the breeze
It carries me
The scent of coconuts
And palm trees that stretch high
And then curve as if to sigh
In the breeze
My hair flows
I don’t have a use for bows
The waves in my hair
Are something new
My skin, a golden hue
I love the ocean blue
It reminds me of you
I feel the breeze
It carries me
The scent of coconuts
And palm trees that stretch high
And then curve as if to sigh
In the breeze
My hair flows
I don’t have a use for bows
The waves in my hair
Are something new
My skin, a golden hue
I love the ocean blue
It reminds me of you
Published 7th Nov 2024
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