Beach Poems

A thought to please,

of you and me,

hand in hand,

strolling free,

in the sand,

by the sea,

Palm trees,

our hearts at ease,

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As the ocean waves strike at me,
And the yellow sand greets the sea.
As the passing by flock of seagulls screach,
The cool gentle wind whistles through

Saying goodbye to September

All New York is a cold. And everywhere

Show signs of winter, when the winds blow,

It made one’s shiver to the bone: clogged