Sand
The sand on the beach,
Between our toes.
The sea still out of reach.
But the smell is salty.
Leaving a taste on our tongue.
Slowly our toes touch the water.
Feeling the cold and the rocks.
The water comes and goes.
Like the rithm of a song.
Then suddenly the wind starts to dance,
All around us.
Making us be free.
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