the sands of time
hold so much wisdom
if only we wouldn't race against them
and it holds memories
of turtle shaped sandboxes
and days at the beach
and as the sand pours into my hair
holding the memory of its beautiful art
I cannot help but smile
At the freedom
1 comment:
the turtle shaped sandbox was a special place. the beach will always be special. maybe they were holy ground in only in remembering do we experince it. love dad
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