The lapping waves

That kiss my toes

The sand between

The peace that grows


The rising tide

The raucous calm

The calling birds

The waving palms


The hottest sun

The coolest breeze

A crashing wave

To douse my knees


The sun devoured

By the swells

As I bid

This bliss farewell

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