To live on the coast,
Feel the breeze of the sea,
Salt in the air,
Then I swear I'll be free.
I live in a desert,
Void of water and tides,
I can't say that it's not beautiful,
But the ocean is where my heart lies.
It's in my heart and my soul,
Plastered all over my walls,
Decorative and figuratively,
Longing echoes in these halls.
I thought I heard seagulls yesterday,
After 10 hours in an office,
A whole day wasted away,
Without regard for what I wanted.
If I could be any creature,
Whether real or fantastical,
I would be a bat or a seagull,
To have wings would be magical.
I could fly coast to coast,
Or just up and down the beach,
Watching and waiting,
As the tides roll in and recede.
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