The hard, solid ground,
of the boulders near the beach,
shining in the light.
The smell of the sand,
In the vast yellow desert,
Looks kind of bitter.
The sound of the sea,
In a seashell it is resting,
Stuck in the wet sand.
Swimming in the pool,
you find liquid touch your tongue,
you return for air.
With sunglasses on,
You stare up into the skies,
At the blazing ball.
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