Sea breeze blows
Brushing against my skin
Filtering the sun’s rays
With its gentle blowing
Air tastes like salt
There’s a melody in the wind
Tides rip and flow
The current pulls me in
White sand beneath me
Palm leaves swaying overhead
Music and children playing
No place better to make my bed
Days spent at the beach
Erase all other days
Cares swept up, vanish
Hope shows up in rays
© Larisa McBean
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