Beach Poetry - Beach Lips

Beach Lips

On the shore
Waves chase pursuit
Run the race
Go to the beach
Stir it wet

On the shore
Here I stood
Looked loose
Head up the coast
The place where the blue is located

On the shore
Many people go back
Sitting and playing sand
Chase chase with the waves coming

On the shore
I found a little snail conch
They crawl for a living
Together decorate the beach

On the shore
Accompanied by a downstream wind blowing a mane
Feels cool and calm
I love the sea and the beach
I wish his beauty will not disappear in time
Hopefully.