As the waves are retreating,
And the sun sets,
The beach starts glistening,
And like a mirror reflects
The empty shells embed
In this sandy sky,
Like millions of stars
Ready to be taken down.
The foam turns into a frothy milky way,
That I will follow across the universe
To discover its mysteries,
In the end of the coming night.
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