Harbour Islands Pink Sand

at eight am I arrive at Harbour Island
a calm beach with pink sand
she resides in the Bahamas
if you want to visit her

the sand does not look as pink as the photos
But it is not brown or tan either
Will it be softer than regular gritty sand?
I take off my shoes

this sand is warm, and wobbly
moving like other sand
gritty also as it slides in between my toes
Finally here! I think; and I am not disappointed
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