English

• 1

  “Splash”,” Splash.”  

  The ocean roars. The waves crash. A brook babbles. Sometimes a brook burbles. 
• 2

  Upon the sandy shores, I stood: enveloped by the harmonious melody of waves crashing against the shoreline - each crest a sultry setting cascading in the grand opus of the ocean. Additionally, with each gentle lapping of the tide, a tantalising sensation of a mystifying pull- drawing me towards the boundless cerulean expanse, promising tales of undiscovered treasures. While, the salty breeze whispered secrets of distant lands, mingling with the tang of seaweed and adventure; stirring within people an insatiable longing to explore. 
• 3

   (Later on) As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in a symphony of pinks and golds, a realisation hits the unknowing; the beach holds infinite narratives waiting to be unveiled. With hearts brimming with anticipation, only the adventurous (like me) dare to embrace the foaming waves; eagerly longing, ready to immerse in the timeless dance of sand and sea, ready to inscribe their own chapter in the saga of the shore. 
• 4

  Similarly, Heaven and angels could hear the alluring ambience emitted by mother nature, a dulcet tune which scratches the ear like a vinyl player, alleviating the tension imbued by artificial hate - crafted by mankind. (society) 
• 5

  Crashing shores meeting serene sand. Translucent, rhythmic waves lighting a harmonic melody for locals who are blessed by gusts of wind – kissing their cheeks (a common tradition in this community).
• 5.2

  Routinely, all of this disrupted by the bustling cacophony of discordance released by cheeky children (basking in the commodities this town has to offer) shuffling into local shops containing bountiful trinkets; stoic surfboards to comb perilous water; beguiling, brilliant beach umbrellas equipped for sheltering the shimmering sun's rays; ice pops relieving the sweltering masses. This community is closely connected. Deriving of those far and wide. Yes. It was easy to get in. However, it seemed as if you had to mix water with oil to get out... 
• 5.3

  My heart is a vessel carrying my overflowing, tumultuous feelings; each beat echoes the swell of emotions within. If I had to encapsulate my affinities: 

  "poisonous ecstasy."