Ocean

The glossy clean waves
The waxy spaghetti seaweed
The salty smells of breezes

The water grasps the sand, giving it a fresh, cool drink
This is the ocean
When does it Sleep?

I live in the ocean, it is my wondering room
With jumping of a dock,
sloppy splashes smother me into the
brisk blue breath of
water

KAJA VIIRLAID MCNEIL
(12 years old)

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