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Feb 2016
They reach their arms,
struggling to capture their aim.
The salty, tangy air laughs in wisps,
at their frustration,
as they throw themselves against the beach's shore.
The sand falls away as they are pulled apart,
unable to reach their goal.
The rambling of the rolling waves continue,
when they decide to try again.
AnnaMarie Jenema
Written by
AnnaMarie Jenema  F/USA
(F/USA)   
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