beach # poetry

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at the beach's border
I closed my eyes
tired not know what to do

lying on the sand
decorated with thousands of scattered garbage
can only be silent
and can only contemplate

fired pine
now barantakan unkempt
weeds and weeds laughed at me, who just kept silent

cool wind blow
now I vaguely feel ..
want to cuddle and enjoy
but the wind that hit me can not enjoy

my beach is dirty !!
my beach is broken !!

look ..
think about it ..
we are aware ..
and do we know what has happened to our beach?
save ...

save my beach from the trash

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