Oceans Breeze

Salty Hair, beachy hair.

Windy clouds, moving sounds.

The cool breeze of the ocean drifts by me.

As I begin to close my eyes, I think about this place of serenity.

The feeling of calmness, the feeling of bliss.

There is no place better than the place of tranquility.

This place, I call home. This place, that I often roam.

The breeze that I feel, makes me feel at home.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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