The Bay Of Bengal
The sun goes down,
A bright orange ball.
Waves roll in,
Gentle and small.
Fishermen laugh,
Boats on the shore.
Children play near,
Wanting more.
The sky glows soft,
Colors so bright.
The Bay of Bengal,
A beautiful sight.
Day turns to night,
Stars start to gleam.
We watch together,
Lost in a dream.
The smell of curry,
Warm on the stove.
Dinner is ready,
Time to eat and doze.
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