Waves do stand true to your heart,

And its blue refraction, true to your eyes

I am sand, I envelop you in every space

Creeping up my shore

Cose enough to the sand castle, barely knocking its doors down

Then receding

Out of grasp, out of sight

Never out of mind

But always back a new day to start again

This poem is about: 
My community
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