Jelly
Poem
Walking downhill, past the tress and wind.
Hearing birds chirp, morning past 6 am.
Humming the songs, brushing past the wind,
In the morning sun, with bright rays.. hurting eyelids
Watching the ocean come to shore, go back and come forth again
The Sun making it's lane on water, waves coming like renewal.
Forcing their way on the shore, in the heat of mid June
—episode 2 upcoming ;)
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