Soft Sand

Toes first, you sink –
Soft sand, separating,
Surrounding, embracing:
Warm and dry above,
Cool and damp below
In an entrancing duet.
The deep hushing roar,
Ever-present, soothes
In the back of your mind
As the children play,
And the gulls cry.


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