I choose the sandy path,
of salty air and sea spray bath.
Sunny days and rolling tides,
A place I can put my worries aside.
I can wander the dunes and tune into the birds,
Making everything else welcome blurs.
I can sea shell hunt by the shore,
never knowing what's in store.
Finding fulgurites scattered around,
Formed when lightening strikes sandy ground.
Watching ships from a far,
Crossing the ocean like a long lost star.
I can walk in peace alone in my thoughts,
Nothing more valued can be bought.
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