Beach Walk (Seven By Seven)
When the sea mists are swirling
Fiddler crabs hurry to their holes
Sea gulls circle looking for food
As I walk in the cool water
Soft waves against my legs
Then the sun brightens my world
Thus ending my early beach walk
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