The Beach

It has been a long year

There's no more time for books

No time for tests, pencils, nor paper

The only thing left to do is to breathe.

Breathe in the ocean air, crystalized with salt.

The wind blows through my long hair

It holds me in her firm grasp 

Once again, I am drawn in

The beach has a magnetic effect on me

I never want to leave this beautiful heaven.

The only sound that is heard is children

Laughing, playing, worshiping the sand

The waves hitting the rocks is music to my ears

The sun starts to set

It is time to say our painful goodbyes

It has been a long year,

Since I've had the time to relax.



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