I love sand touching my sole
especially damp to the touch
my toes will curl into, is fun
clings in between, drops back
to where it came from; neatly
as if nothing happen in moment
when i step on waves, wash off
i see my nails so clean, so nice
sometimes i see two pairs of feet
just doing same, how wonderful
splash that wet my shorts, shirt
when another pair is chasing me
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