I thought about this poem and how at the end of June, I will have time to walk on the beach and smell the ocean spray:):)
Waves
I walk along the
empty beach
catching the rhythm, as
waves gently
swirl
ashore
The breeze moves
through my hair, refreshes
my tired soul
as I reach
into my dreams
Waves
flow in
on the sand
hard beneath my feet
but I feel them flow
through my mind, feel the wind
An enveloping peace as I
walk along, my body slows to
the ancient rhythm of the waves
floats in time, timeless
serenity reaches out
and gathers me up. ã
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