Zinnia plays with sea shells in her hand,
On the beautiful Omara beach, she stands,
Making sand castles with her hands,
Ali, Sher Agha, and Tanya, the trip never ends.
The sea waves crash against the shore,
Zinnia's laughter echoes, a sound to adore,
With each wave, the sandcastle grows,
A masterpiece of shells, sand, and seashores.
The sun sets, painting the sky orange and pink,
A moment to capture, a memory to link,
Tanya, with a smile, conceives this day,
A trip to remember, with family at the bay.
Zinnia, Tanya, Ali, and Sher Agha,
Together they laughed, together they conquered,
Omara beach, a beauty to behold,
A trip to cherish, memories to unfold.
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