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By Adhya Bhatnagar, Class 8, Home Schooling, Mumbai

I love the feeling of sand between my toes, 
As cool, fresh air glides over my face, 
The ocean-y wind tickles my nose, 
As I walk down the beach at a slow pace,
The foamy, bubbly waves wash down the shore,
The crystal clear water is pristine and pure, 
It makes a soft sound as it flows on to the coast, 
This soothing sound is what I like most,
The wind whispers in the palm leaves,
I take huge whiffs of the cool windy, breeze 
The sun is setting in the horizon 
As the sky turns red-purple-crimson 
Seashells scattered here and there among the sand,
I stoop down and pick up an ornate conch in my hand, 
I put it to my ear and listen carefully, 
And hear the whooshing voices of the sea, 
I love the feeling of sand between my toes, 
As cool, fresh air glides over my face, 
The ocean-y wind tickles my nose, 
As I walk down the beach at a slow pace.

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