If you are a vast,deep waves
I am the one who decorated your caves.
The feets that crosses your way or the ball that floats on you are because of the smile that glittery shells brings them for you ,
If you can give a wavy smirk then
I am the one who can easily get flushed
The laughs that you get to hear
Are for the little species that the human plays with a dare
But these beauties are all lost ,
when it gets carried away in the pockets with lingering sand without leaving a spot.
But do you care for these beautiful ones ,
Or you are busy drenching others hearts ?
Who are floating on you with their interim glares ,
Are you so lost searching for the moon that you are not able to see my doom
I am being picked without my choice and with a part that decorate their ways ,
But still you are busy in your waves
that you forgot the ones who actually shaped your uneven caves.

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