Rip
The heat of sand on my feet
And grinding in my toes
The sounds of the ocean waves
Crashing against the shore
A cold drink in hand
Wet with perspiration
The clinking of ice cubes
As it reaches my lips
The scent of the ocean breeze
Embraces my nostrils
Memories of a lifetime
Can fill a broken heart
And last a lifetime
While I take a moment
To drink to yours.
Kale Brereton
September 9/9/18
Copyright © Kale Brereton | Year Posted 2018
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