Plotting gentle heights and dips
With undulating rhythm
Disappearing into a hazy expanse
Then rolling back.
Clusters of beehive bubbles
Soak your feet
In slimy brine
And leave,
Between your toes,
Prickly deposits
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Wow, a fantastic description.. Clusters of beehive bubbles.. nice imagination..I thoroughly enjoyed it.