The Beach
Your safe place is the beach.
As the day ends
See the heavenly sun
Witness it lie down
Did you hear that
Whisper of the waves
Inhale the aroma of salt
Feel the gentle waves
They move all at once
Your legs feel refreshed and hydrated
Sand sticks to your feet
As if they had tape
Once more you notice the sun
It's dark orange
Then you close your eyes.
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