Stand before the waves;
Nothing is so beautiful;
I refuse to leave.

The white blue water
Those crashing quickly to shore:
The strength of nature.

A loud burst of sound,
Rush of a tidal to shore:
Deafeningly there.

The strong smell of salt,
The forceful smell of much fish:
Bad smells made pretty.

The odorous salt
Slaps me in kindly in the face:
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