Beach

June 4, 2008
By Fatima Shields, Cambridge, MA

I pick up the sand and let it run through my fingers
Its like my brain is in slow motion


I pick up the sand and let it hit the others
Something so simple happen so fast

This sand isn’t ordinary
In words I can explain
But all I know is that this isn’t
Ordinary sand


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