A stroll down the memory of beach
Started from the cry of seagulls ended with melody of waves
The waves lapped against my feet as I stepped in
My pulse started to tune to the waves
It felt like the waves whispered
“Joy comes like a tide leaving ripples of nostalgia behind”
The water was indeed salty but it treated me sweetly
Sharing all the positive energy as it absorbed all the negatives
As I held the sand in my palm it slipped away
Sometimes it flew in my pockets
Sometimes it landed in my memories
I may have called it a day but the night never left me
I may have left the place but it calls me back
Back to the place where each memory was engraved in the heart forever

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