The Beach

December 17, 2009
White sand on your toes
quite relaxed in your chair
trite, the rest of the world seems

waves lapping on the beach
puts you in a type of sleep
a sleeps where your only care is your length of stay

the palm tree gives you shade
the sun is hot
the ice cold drink is the icing on top

you look to your left, you look to your right
you’re the only one in sight
you have found the perfect beach

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