Christina Fons

I smell the salt water,
as the sea smooths the sand
Splish, splash,
children playing,
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Lonely shadow,
exclusive girl,
lost in the past,
flooding his eyes
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Imagine a slow wind,
tickling our senses,
preserving these vibrant memories,
forever
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Our favorite escape,
the breezy calm engulfing our sorrows,
hidden together in the soothing cove,
we share a quiet morning
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