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A breeze sweeps my hair across my face,
I feel so peaceful in this place,
No heavy burdens,
No list of chores,
No worries of neither
Mine nor yours,
Not a single thought of bad times past,
Not a single thought of what didn't last,
Just me sitting
In the sand,
A notebook in my lap,
A pencil in my hand.
Waves clashing along the shore,
Wish I could stay a little more,
I take a deep breath
Of this atmosphere,
As I go back to reality,
And away from here.