Limited to 500 words with a touch of saltiness
What hit me was the familiar sea breeze.
Listening to a familiar voice
The ups and downs of life are like this ebb and flow
only stay
Occasional starfish, water plants, shells
Occasionally
The memories of the past were also washed away
That white seashell
With the wear and tear of time
beach in july
Extraordinarily peaceful
everything
framed by strong sunlight
moment of eternity
Only seagulls skimming the water
with their white silhouettes
Record the passage of time
Tagore's poems
inadvertently
That's it
I turned over a few more pages
wind
Still blowing
All that remains is a momentary feeling
my July
Intention: