Laying on the soft warm sand, I gazed at my nature friends. The ever-changing little white clouds, Were moving languidly amongst the crowd. Tiny twinkling beautiful stars, Looked like babies from afar. It was a beautiful moonlite nite, Round faced moon shone with all it's might. A soft cool breeze was blowing, And I could hear the sound of tiny waves lapping. The shimmering water rippled as rain dropped, Somehow,I felt that it wont stop. I left the place with an intangible sense, Looking back,I said goodbye to my friends. I smiled as I gazed back at them, And promised that the next time I would bring my manBirth sign: Not entered
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