beach
A stone so cool
in your hands
round
smooth
like a childs eyes
A piece of time
polished by the ages.
A hunk of wood
smoothed by sand
its exsistance someones
souvenir.
eyes feel gritty behind the view
decayed petal on my toe
sister wind brings whispers of days
of a life i may never know.
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