Life's Secrets

Cool blue rushing,
surrounding my feet
taste of the salty aroma
encircling the breeze.

Stepping on the golden grains
squishing amidst my toes
harsh uneven pebbles
scaring the souls of my feet.

Windswept hair, voices of
seagulls scavenging
awashed wood, litter, for
even the minuscule morsel.

Fierce red beams setting
on a silver surface, reflecting,
illuminating the sky, for
some other time.

The End

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