on the beach by the bay,
is where i sit back and i lay,
as i brush my hands against the sand,
feeling completely grounded on the land,
i can hear the waves through the breeze,
the sunshine and the palm trees,
the water between my toes,
sea air through my nose,
messy hair filled with sand,
sunsets wouldn't it be grand,
a piece of relaxation,
such a revelation.
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