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 Lisa Costanzo 2015

Free Beachy Sands

Walking along the beachy sands

With every step I take, the golden grains

Of soft sand get in between my toes

The clear, cold water crashes at my feet

I watch the dogs splash amongst the water

Fetching balls, returning back like boomerangs

Bonding with their owners

I hear the salty waves collapsing down so peacefully

Hearing the air whoosh through the trees

I gaze at the beautiful, bright sky

Looking at the dazzling, orange-yellow sunset

Watching the black shadow of silver gulls pass by

Hearing them sing and chirp

Finding a safe harbour for the night

Feeling the breezy air brush past my skin

I feel calm and peaceful

I feel free

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