I miss the seas
and their breeze,

The soft sand,
and that land.

And that blue,
with no clue.

To where it ends,
and dwells,

Miss the scent,
my seaside tent,

Beautiful sunsets,
within me it rests.

Water splashing,
castle smashing.

High tides,
those water rides.

Relaxing sunbaths,
in beach paths.

And much more!
I am sure.

I didn't forget it,
not even a bit.