Sound of the grinding waves rebound through the mind.
Sand teases the toes with play.
Every grain casually coats the feet.
While the searing sun beats down,
Gently igniting the peach like fuzz preserving the skin.
Deep warmth creates a barrier all around,
Which shields one from the thoughts that dig holes in the mind.
Those few moments when life is reasonable and tender.
A brief period of time that is wished to never end.
Still the sun must set and the delight must retire.
As the Eyes begin to open,
The hushed pink sky waves goodbye.
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