Beneath the azure sky, I tread the sandy shore, Where waves kiss the land, and seagulls soar. Their cries echo like ancient songs of yore, As salt crystals shimmer, a treasure to explore.
The lighthouse stands sentinel, steadfast and bright, Guiding lost souls through the velvety night. Its distant beam dances on the water's might, A beacon of hope in the moon's silvery light.
I walk this shoreline, a solitary seeker, Collecting memories, like shells from the deep. The salt breeze whispers secrets, soft and meek, As the lake sings its ballad, eternal and unique.
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