Tiny waves lap at my feet.
I'm tired, no I'm truly beat,
From a day,
Hard at play.
In the water,
Till the sun gets hotter.
Now the sun's light has all been shed,
And all the daylight is now dead.
And here I sit in the sand,
Waiting for the tide to creep up on land.
7.2007
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