Sand Woman
sand woman
Ball bouncing borough, white water wave, kernel sailing with the wind, Beach filled day can begin. The sights of radiant play, glowing against the sun beaming ray. The Art of gaming glare, she arrived with her flair. Ah, the sight of lady tanning tall, from that moment on, I became her willing thrall.
Stare was my only soul saving luster, Acceptance from the distance, my applied muster. Distant waves striking at my back, screaming children I did not lack. These the worth of what I had seen, sand woman, my new and wanting being.
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