The Wind Surfer Poem

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The sun sets low, the sea aglow,
A thrill awaits, a surfer's show,
With board in hand, they take their stand,
Ready to ride, across the sand.
The wind picks up, the waves roll high,
Adrenaline pumps, as they touch the sky,
They catch the breeze, with perfect ease,
Gliding and carving, as they please.
The spray of salt, upon their face,
They dance with wind, in perfect grace,
Their sails billow, their hearts take flight,
A symphony of freedom, in the fading light.
They ride the waves, in daring flight,
A true thrill-seeker, in the fading light,
With wind and water, as their guide,
They surf with passion, far and wide.
As the day turns dark, they ride the last,
With memories made, and a heart steadfast,
For wind surfing is a pure delight,
A symphony of freedom, all day and night.