Call of the ocean

Walk to the shores, though your feet may turn sore,the sand is not pure
the colour is just a lure
stand in the middle, the waves will try to fiddle
yet you hold onto strongly
look at the oceanic expanse and sing a song
the feet will rise as your voice
the poignant resonance of your soul will be glorious due
and then, close your eyes so you can sink into the depths,
the fear of drowning will go, you will casually want yourself sink into it.

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