The sky is pitch black. The stars shine like a thousand pearls on the sea floor. The waves are still lashing against the shore. They look grand now. The sound echoes in your eyes as you stand under the stars. You turn to your left and then to your right, all you see is the sea. In its same form.
Due to the dark of the night, it just looks more magnanimous. Your feet are wet. You have left behind marks in the sand.
Day or night, the sea continues to rumble and sound. The waves come and go.
I still remember gazing at the sun just above the horizon, its reflection cast in the water.
One feels so small before Nature when one stands there. Gazing at the water that lashes against your feet and goes back. Again and again...
Due to the dark of the night, it just looks more magnanimous. Your feet are wet. You have left behind marks in the sand.
Day or night, the sea continues to rumble and sound. The waves come and go.
I still remember gazing at the sun just above the horizon, its reflection cast in the water.
One feels so small before Nature when one stands there. Gazing at the water that lashes against your feet and goes back. Again and again...
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