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May 27
I want to be there...

When the sun would shine
upon the ready sand -
and presents us gold.

When it spears
into the excitable ripples
of the water -
and gives us emeralds.

When it caresses
sun-hungry skins -
and givesΒ them back
their lives.
I miss the beach.
Written by
ryn  πŸ‡ΈπŸ‡¬
         Erenn, CnΓ©, Scorpio, Arya, old poet MK and 57 others
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