A/N: This isn't really a poem, I don't think. It's just a very vivid description of a day at the beach.
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I stand at the edge of the shore, watching the white foam from the waves hit softly against my ankles. I dig my toes deeper and deeper into the cool moist sand, wiggling them. Seaweed passes by and end up on shore along with the dozens and dozens of seashells. I close my eyes and open my arms, as if I were preparing for flight. I let the salty sea air absorb into my skin. The cool breeze makes my cover-up blow in the wind. Waves crash in the ocean, decending as they get closer to the sandy shore. The sun, bright and warm, shines on my olive skin, making tan marks where my bathing suit is. At that moment, I imagine myself drifting off into sea, letting the waves carry me where they may. Screams and laughter of children interrupt my daydream as they chase each other into the water. A sunset starts to emerge in the distance, the colors of warm honey, swirled orange, and fire. I smile at myself as I think about the wonderful sights. How beautiful is this?, I think. This is how summer is supposed to be like.
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