It's a Shore Thing, Not a Sure Thing
I am not sure what it is
that lures me there
time and time again
perhaps it's the thunder
you can almost feel
like a heart racing
in anticipation
as you watch
the waves build
in a rhythmic peak
thrust forward
and climax
as they wet kiss the sand
perhaps it's the colors
the pink-lemonade splash
against almost bare flesh
as the cotton-candy clouds
appear to touch its edge
while a half risen sun
emerges from its depth
perhaps it's the treasures
it leaves behind
that mask its fury
with innocence
like childhood memories
within the depths of mind
that bring me back again
perhaps it's more...
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