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The sea give spirit to adventure Nations born from this Tears too Good write my friend....good to taste the salt.

I can picture the scene, I live by the sea and it is nice to smell the waves and sea salt in the air. Lovely poem

What a pleasurable journey through out! Thanks for taking all of us a free ride, enjoyed reading. We all see the sea, but only few like you feel it.

A wonderful return to my favorite place. Being to old to get there anymore, this was a treat- thank you

Hello Aufie you brought me on a lovely visit to the seashore in this poem lovely read well done

Wow aufie, such a sensational poem dat captures d aqua scent n fabulous imagery!

I really love and adore this sensational write. You literally took me to a place that I rarely visit, the seashore. The wind and the taste of the salty mists that wafts through the air. How very refreshing and revitalizing this must be. Nicely worded and expressed. Talented you are.

A great poem, nothing can beat the sound of the ocean.

Watching the sea with the breakers continuously pounding the shores in thunnderous sound and of getting wet by the spray of salty water... an experience in itself! You have literally enmeshed and absorbed the sea in your being! A lovely write! !

This is so natural... each line shows us your talent... a beautiful heart you have....

Aufie Are you a painter, seen in you, you make the words - paint and with your thought brush you paint lively thank

A beautiful poem Aufie, you paint such an atmospheric picture of the sea, I can sense it myself. Wonderful.

I always know that you love beach so much, i found many in your work declare the admiration to the fluidy-waves land, ocean...i like it, especially when nobody is around...i can see lot of things, especially when i see the fishermen come back, the sun rise and set....how water level be so different by the moon...it thought lot of lesson...i found much when i feel so down...A part of that, i love the roses, though i like red roses but pink roses have more meaning, when i was a child...i used to communicate with the pink rose, my honest friend that never spraying odor but perfume...a friend to listen when nobody listen to me...now the rose tree is growing together along my life...and wind is how it communicate with me....So i can say here, no matter beach or roses, some part of nature keep our spirit be strong...loved this write and the title is awesome_Soul