The softest beach of sunburnt sand
Comes flush with waves of turquoise warmth
At the tips of my hand
A fresh breath of air puffs my skin
Feisty coconut and cucumber scents
Fight in the influence of the wind
Pushing backward with a quickening allure
At arm’s length the beauty bows
Breaking each edge, the whitening pure
With a subtle pull each wave hits shore
Then water ebbs its playful game
Returning again for a little more
In a way serene, my defenses lay bare
Staring Life face to face, with tactile reassurance
I grasp for strands of ocean hair
Dec 16, 2011
Dec 16, 2011 at 6:47 PM UTC
The softest beach of sunburnt sand
Comes flush with waves of turquoise warmth
At the tips of my hand
A fresh breath of air puffs my skin
Feisty coconut and cucumber scents
Fight in the influence of the wind
Pushing backward with a quickening allure
At arm’s length the beauty bows
Breaking each edge, the whitening pure
With a subtle pull each wave hits shore
Then water ebbs its playful game
Returning again for a little more
In a way serene, my defenses lay bare
Staring Life face to face, with tactile reassurance
I grasp for strands of ocean hair
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