The golden ball is gleaming
the bright yellow water is shimmering
& the clouds are kissing
the radiantly light sky
Moistening the beach's girth
bringing much needed mirth
splashing with playful raillery
portraying another one for the gallery
The waves blending like cream
isn't this a wanted dream
desired to come above the din
why don't we push our kin??
the ambiance is full of banter
inundated with windows of vision
having unmatched precision
on grounds of reminiscence
It's time to create fun
without having any rum
in the nostalgic run
rocking, realizing the dreams that come!!!
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