Sand
I felt sand blowing against my feet it felt so nice and warm.
I watch the sand drifting, drifting on the ocean floor.
I like the feel of the sand against and in my hands as I build the castle of my
dreams.
I like the feel of the sand powed on top of me as I lay back and daydream.
Oh sand you are so lovely, oh so breath taking, but if were not careful, sand you
can be oh so deadly too.
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