Waves crashing
Feet rushing
Foams forming
Breaking tides
Bodies swaying
Legs paddling
Arms swinging
Zooming balls
Hands brushing
Castle-building
For waves to crash against
And hands to brush again
Feet digging
Sand-printing
Floating clouds above
Flying wings, like doves
Kites soaring
Wind blowing
Everything going
Right before my eyes.
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