Tides rising above the horizon, immensity of water makes one frighten; it's never tiring spirit captivating, water gushing down the beach for mating.
Turbulence in the sea during the monsoon, intensity heightened on full moon; constant flirting with the sand dune, while dancing to its own tune.
From the day's land breeze, to the night's sea breeze; interplay of high-low pressure, amidst all this sea being the aggressor.
Days of peace and seclusion, basking in the romantic delusion; feeling of water touching the feet, something that can't be beat.
During the monsoon the sea being anything but affable, for the violence in it easily palpable; it sucks you in with it's enigma, yet never ceases to bowl you over with it's charisma.
The beauty it holds is unlike anything seen, albeit quashing your ego to smithereens; the sea sings it's own carol, embrace it at your own peril.
Beautifully expressed!
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