Beach (PhD in Psychology)

Cross legged on the berm, quarter past my O'clock, still staring.

Every wave, a spin, and I, a dirty cloth.

It's aura to and fro, each time purer gets my soul.

Drawing my mind in the sand, I feel happy, sad and then wipe it away.

Standing up, I hug the beach and bid bye, leaving my shell behind.

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