on the beach joy
the favourite is barking loud
when wet waves
are washing paw marks away
on sand
in the move
even more beautiful
is chasing colourful wings
by the water
dragonflies
the sun is heating up
rays
their light
is dazzling a little
too firmly
I am putting the hat on
it is straw-coloured
good to every
solar
chance
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