Shored ;

Poem 2/4 for college; I was to write a six stanza poem about my favourite place.

Fading prints in the sand,

A volume of water that eclipses the land.

The temperature barely reaches twenty,

But still bikinis and trunks are spotted aplenty.

Wind and rain are far from thought,

Joining work and deadlines as an afterthought.

Children building castles as far as the eye can see,

Others daring the water, as happy as can be.

Eyes hidden behind sunglasses that have barely left home

Grains of sand as white as bone.

Out of everywhere in time and space,

The beach is definitely my favourite place.


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