As wet sand slides
Through my wrinkling fingers
the cool water rushes
over my legs in protest
A youthful shiver of delight
Reminds me of a careless calm
of days long since forgot
as I close my eyes
to the horrible darkness
that found it's way to me
the gentle breezes against my face
Reminds me that I am free
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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