Sand

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August 2002 Poetry

Sand,

between our toes.

Walking on the beach with you.

Arriving home,

sand in our shoes,

we just laugh,

remembering all the fun we had,

on the beach,

in the sand.

Romantic sunset.

Holding each other.

Kissing each other.

We had a great time.

And though you’re miles away now,

I can still feel the beach sand,

between my toes,

and your hand in mine.

The memory will be with me forever,

even if you’re not.



~*~ Jill ~*~

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this on 8-26-02. It's about a dream I had.

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