Throwing my shells into the sand
I go.
Basking in the sun's final glow
Mindful of rocks
Without shoes or socks
I go.
My eyes on the breakers
The green sailor takers
Breaking the waves
And calling to knaves,
"Come home!"
What a welcoming shore
Though the pace has got my ankles sore.
Its foreign salt forms above me lips
And salt and sweat fall to my hips
My burning lungs
Compliment a setting sun
That hides from my eyes
As I try to keep up my stride...
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