I walk gracefully
Along the smooth sand,
Bare feet on lifeless specks,
Each grain overlooked
Until they all blend together.
My light footprints
Stretch behind me.
Awave breaks,
Spraying spite into my eyes
As it thunders to shore.
White foam gently glides
Across the canvas.
After its achingly slow retreat,
My footprints are gone.
I've kinda been in the mood for the beach, since it's summer and all. And I really really really miss the beach.
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