Fine sand grains coat my toes
as pure, crystal waves break,
playful, ancient, against the shore.
The swaying plink of reggae guitar
bounces over the sand,
lulling a laze in my core
then emanates out across the beach,
past the break,
and out to sea.
Jan 19, 2020
Jan 19, 2020 at 7:18 PM UTC
Fine sand grains coat my toes
as pure, crystal waves break,
playful, ancient, against the shore.
The swaying plink of reggae guitar
bounces over the sand,
lulling a laze in my core
then emanates out across the beach,
past the break,
and out to sea.
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