A sandy beach with lots of blues in sight

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“Come to the beach, we have warm sand and blue waters here, plus, sunshine all day long!” Gun Roswell

A sandy beach with lots of blues in sight

The soft feel, under my hard-felt feet
Almost lulls me gently, to a deep state of sleep
The sea open wide, right there, in front of me
Is so damn blue, it’s like so totally deep

I am not sure if I am dreaming or not
Maybe I should not think about it too much
Since this sensation currency on me
Feels too good to disturb or shake the feel

Going with the currencies wherever this state takes
Not worrying too much if the sensations are totally fake
This may be a memory of something from the past
Or then I simply stepped through a wormhole and ain’t that worth a gasp!

So, for now, I am here, sinking in deeper and deeper
The sand feeling warm as the skies are getting so much clearer
Deep are the blues both in the ocean and above
This is truly the place I have yearned for and now am with utter love

Don’t disturb me, please, while I may or may not be sleeping
This time I am in is gently into each and every poor seeping
I may be floating in mid air, or just sleeping in my bed instead
But what ever this is, leave now and let me here be

The breaking waves

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“The waters are calm today, only gently breaking against the rocky shores, like being no great chore at all” Gun Roswell

The breaking waves

The waters edge, the place where the waves and the land meet, the shores of beyond the rocky terrain, where few feet have trudged, because getting there is hard and difficult, often impossible.

But those who dare, can not stand and stare, after having reached, the sandy beach, and then in awe admire of their perfect score, as the views are not short of magnificent, but time there watching, observing spent short, as the storm will soon be upon and the sandy shores travelled upon will be gone, sunken by the roaring waves to the beyond.

The breaking waves

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“The waters are calm today, only gently breaking against the rocky shores, like being no great chore at all” Gun Roswell

The breaking waves

The waters edge, the place where the waves and the land meet, the shores of beyond the rocky terrain, where few feet have trudged, because getting there is hard and difficult, often impossible.

But those who dare, can not stand and stare, after having reached, the sandy beach, and then in awe admire of their perfect score, as the views are not short of magnificent, but time there watching, observing spent short, as the storm will soon be upon and the sandy shores travelled upon will be gone, sunken by the roaring waves to the beyond.

Hazy Waves

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“The sea seems a tad hazy today, must be another weather front approaching, perhaps a sunny day or even some warm weather coming our way? Anyway, I am feeling lazy, so as long as there is no storm or snow on the way, I am fine“ Gun Roswell

Hazy Waves

The sea on the side of the beach, seemingly hazy, some might even say, the water looked lazy, as the gentle waves lulled the boats on the shore, not even one fisher person in sight, perhaps as it was too bright, even if the sun was shining from behind the fuzzy clouds up there in the air, it was simply a day hazy and oh so fair.

So, for the landlubber who had sworn never to set one foot on the sandy beach, just to save their tender feet from the pebbles laying beneath, well, today they too, had to eat their words as on this beckoning and lazy day, with the soft shroud hovering there all over the place, the landlubber too, made the decision and then quickly like a soft flying hen, made their way to the sandy shore, where most people now did not feel it too much of a bore, laying about like seals of the high seas, letting the waves wash over them, rather hazily.

Calming waves across the shores

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“The waves licking the soft sands of the shores, oh so gently after the storm now passed“ Gun Roswell

Calming waves across the shores

The storm of plenty with thunder and lighting, lashing the rocks of the very shores where the one special soul was born, from the waves made of sand and salt, rising up onto its own too feet, not too steady at first, but after a moment of shaking legs, finding its bearings once comfortable on the soft bed of the beach and knowing, the world as a full, was just at its reach, as promised by those who came before and about this coming had preached, and so, restoring the harmony of the land and peace was all this being would be.

The adventure was just beginning for the one who had emerged from the raging waves of the sea, but from now on end, there would be, only calm across the lands chosen for this being to live on, as it was strong and could protect those who would fall under its domain, as the time of peace was upon. The only matter now was, whether those dwellers whom supposedly laid claim on the lands, would accept the offering of eternal peace, and giving up the lease of the land or die fighting in stead, surely a dilemma for them, but this one would not be swayed, as it was a give or take kind of a situation and never open for debate or question.

Making Waves for Daily Photo

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“Can ye fathom the ocean, dark and deep, where the mighty waves and the grandeur sweep?” Fanny Crosby

Making Waves for Daily Photo

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Making headlines and waves
Just to keep life from becoming stale
Be it monochrome or coloured
The secrets will be uncovered

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