Ebb and Flow
A Sensory Symphony of the Ocean
Ebb and Flow
The ocean ebbs and flows,
A sensory symphony that grows.
Its waves crash and dance,
A rhythm that leaves me in a trance.
I see the sun's rays reflect,
Off the water, a sight to inspect.
Its colors, a vibrant hue,
A vision that leaves me anew.
I hear the waves' crashing sound,
As they hit the shore and rebound.
A melody that's always new,
A song that resonates with the blue.
I feel the water's cold embrace,
As it surrounds me in a race.
Its touch, a sensation so surreal,
A feeling that's hard to conceal.
I taste the salt upon my lips,
A flavor that never skips.
Its tang, a reminder of the sea,
A taste that's forever free.
I smell the ocean's salty scent,
A fragrance that's always present.
Its aroma, a breath of fresh air,
A smell that's beyond compare.
In the ebb and flow of the sea,
My senses are set free.
A sensory journey that's hard to surpass,
A moment in time that will forever last.
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Jananan Sandajeshan
As a book reviewer and writer, I am dedicated to sharing my love of literature with others. I believe that books have the power to educate, inspire, and transform us, and I'm committed to helping readers find the stories that resonate most.
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