Sand Promises
As I walk the beach,
I ask what will you teach?
The waves lick my feet,
with a white foam so sweet.
Sand promises to do and see,
is this the magic key?
I look back to see my footprints,
cool and refreshing as a mouth full of mints.
The sand of tan and water so blue,
your promises were always new.
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