The cool sand, so soft under my feet
As the wind brushes my face to let me know that it is there
The sun beats down from its heavenly source
And warms my green sweater
The sound of security rings clear in my ears
And for the first time, I am at ease with the world
Which, for just a couple of hours, has drifted away
As I walk this deserted stretch of beach.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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