As the sun dipped into the horizon, little Tia wandered along the shore, her tiny hands gathering treasures of the sea. With each delicate shell she picked up, she listened intently to the symphony of the waves crashing against the shore. Nearby, her mother tended to her fish stand, the salty breeze tugging at her apron. Mia's laughter danced in the air, blending with the calls of seagulls. With each step, she painted memories in the sand, her heart brimming with the simple joy of discovery. And amidst it all, the sea whispered secrets only a child's soul could hear.
Ray of light far from sight All his need is a caring feed A place to sleep, a blanket to keep - the despodent waif Warm and safe Cruel men see the poor one plead, Emptiness filled hearts hesitant to share a part. On the pavement's corner sits this lad a bit. Weak and pale telling his tale None hear Do they feign fear? Hoping - is all he could do for some fresh hot stew Every passer-by down the lane Ignore this guy and all his pain Why is this scene not wiping off my brain Serene it Remains Revives time and again As I sit by the window of the train.
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