At the beach I see,
The early morning sun.
It hides behind the clouds,
But its rays fall into the sea.
Each time it goes in and comes out,
I feel the sun and the clouds
Are playing hide'n'seek.
(I wrote this poem in June at the Seeb beach when I went there for a morning walk with my family)
The early morning sun.
It hides behind the clouds,
But its rays fall into the sea.
Each time it goes in and comes out,
I feel the sun and the clouds
Are playing hide'n'seek.
(I wrote this poem in June at the Seeb beach when I went there for a morning walk with my family)
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