The Beach
To live each day
with my toes in the sand,
with the cool breeze,
and mist on my face.
To live each day
searching for tiny seashells,
breathing in the fresh,clean, salty air.
My shoulders down and my back relaxed.
To live each day
with warm sun beating on my face.
My foot prints in the sand,
seagulls soaring by.
That's the seashore where
I would love to live...
Copyright © Mary Malm | Year Posted 2015
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