Ocean by Vidushi Jain (14, India)

The ocean breathes, her surface rising and falling with rhythmic ease
The shore is order and chaos, the land and ocean meeting one another as they please
The ocean as waves of blue-light move over unmeasured horizons
Seashells bloom upon the shore in the sweetest of caramel curls and twirls. 

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Upon the bluest of waves come a million flashing lights 
The waves become the pulse, the echo of the souls 
The ocean shore is a living work of art, one that ever changes 
The brightest of blue waves to contrast with the soft white-golds and greys 

The ocean shore is the poetry of my dreamscape soul, for it built me of its hue
Those colors are so optimistically bright and yet so gentle too 
The ocean breeze comes in playful waves, washing me over with a sweet-salty essence
In tousled updraughts, it brings a long awaited relief to my bones 

The ocean air has the ability to whisk my soul into a surreal space 
Waves in a steady rhythm echo my heart with beautiful grace 
The ocean breeze, invites me to raise my eyes toward the denim horizon
Never was there a picture as enchanting as the ever-evolving ocean​