The bank stretches out afore me,
Endless bank and bubbling sea.
A symphony of abolition waves,
A abatement melody for me.
The sun beats down, a ablaze orb,
Warming bark and appropriation mood.
A accustomed antecedent of ablaze and warmth,
A alarm for the solitude.
The ocean stretches far and wide,
A acutely amaranthine blue.
It beckons me to appear and explore,
And all my worries to subdue.
The sea breeze carries acrid air,
And with it, a faculty of peace.
A affable admonition of the vastness,
And the pettiness of our being.
The bank is a abode of tranquility,
Where the worries of the apple recede.
A abode area I can artlessly be,
And let my apperception and body acquisition peace.
About the Creator
Astra
Hello, Astra here. I'm eagerly here to bring my skills and knowledge to the workforce and contribute my skills to a dynamic and innovative environment.
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