Beach is sand to lay upon when basking be
A watery walk down shore so free
Stepping light and taking to air, relaxing with thought of briny touch.
Sand blows dunes to great height
Man appears and finds sandy bed, lays arm under head
As gazes dream and take mind in song, lady appears..
" Have you been waiting long? "
Copyright © Heather Turner | Year Posted 2018
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