I hear
the sound of waves on the shore,
And soaks
up the everlasting heat,
There’s
nothing more that I could wish for,
As
the sand buries my feet.
They
bring joy, like playful birds,
Floating
and dancing in the breeze.
Their
smiles are like words,
That
put me at ease.
The stars
glisten in the cloudless sky,
And
we lie here in the cold, dry sand around the fire,
We
reminisce about the time that went by,
And
relax under the beauty of the night that we admire.
The love,
the pure bliss, the cheer,
These
memories can never be replaced.
The fear
that the end is coming near,
Puts all
the time we have to no waste.
How
does the poem use imagination and feeling over reason?
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