when I get there
i'll stretch out in the warm
sand
and think of you.
each wave
I hear
will be a reminder
of what
comes and goes
so quickly.
i'll close my eyes
in the sun, smile,
and bathe in the hope
of tomorrow,
the joy
of memory, the sweet
the embrace of time
gone by.
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