#6. Shore Break

I hear the music of the waves
Crash roll blooms of sound
The wind it whips my hair around
the sun is beating down.
The sky is clear and blue and sharp
I toss my shoes aside
Beneath my toes the sand swims through
So warm and soft inside.

Birds dance their choreography
an elegant display
their timing is impeccable
the wind the waves they play.
I find a rock so shimmering
I hold it in my hand.
My pockets are full
with beauty found in sand.
Would I could I stay forever
breathing salt and sea and sky
Always near the ocean
Watching breakers fly.

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