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| Solo written 1998 The tide washed up on the grains And they wriggled downward over themselves. Wet sand glimmered in response To the shining of the moon. Waves broke silently in the distance As heaven reflected on the sea. Her feet waited in perfect poise For the eminent cleansing. Toes curled ever so slightly in the air As the cold bath slowly began. A smile sweetly crossed her lips And she giggled in innocence. She left an impression on the face of the beach From having rolled along the water's edge. When it was time to leave, Her face dimmed slightly. Nothing meant more to her today Than time alone at the beach. |
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