November 1, 2010
By , Elmwood, WI
I walk across sand
And find myself blistering
In the hot, hot heat

The beach waves hit hard
Sounding like a hurricane
In a bed of sand

New flowers blossom
Each fragile flower flickers
Silky pink with love

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