There’s no other feeling like it

In fact, it really is so grand

It’s what I dream of often

Bare toes in the cooling sand

How I love to bury my feet

Knowing the tides and sand combined

Awash with the waves, onto the shore

Leaving traces of goodness behind

I keep these thoughts ever with me

Through the winter, the bitter cold

Knowing I can return once again

To sink my feet into miles of gold

Writing Prompt – Gritty Globs of Goodness – Day 29/31

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