Diving in the bluest parts of the sea
Cerulean hue escapes the underwater serried scenery
Under pulverizing rains and thunderbolts stimulated by God's solitary hand
The sea takes on colorful countenance as it strokes the grains of foreign sand
Rambunctiously rising against the randomness of these tawny lands
Almost turgid and ****** in its flow
The waves of bliss call out a raspy roar
As the sweltering hot water laps against the sensual shores
Timelessly
Salty and foamy water cupping the ******* of the salting
Sun's about to snore
The tides will come once more