Beach Love

Breathing in the salty air I can feel the wind pushing through my hair,

I feel the warmth of the sun pressed against my skin, the crashing of the waves

fill the silence amongst one another.

The sun is starting to set, the warm colors in the sky begin to emerge.

Pink, orange, purple, yellow, as it sinks we begin to settle.

Holding on to each other as the night begins and the day ends,

the waves still crashing against the sand,

you look into the eyes of one another and begin to think

how much you truly love

each other.

~Deirdre Irminger

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