The beach
full of sand, people and water,
its like a second home to me,
a place that is familiar.
The waves take what seems forever
to become tall then,
3 seconds to crash down and be broken
again.
The sand is turned into different objects by
millions of people
who's imaginations cannot be
explained.
The sun beating down on my skin
making me feel like I am baking in the
oven.
The beach
full of sand, people, and water
its like a second home to me,
a place that is familiar.
mformaddi · 1 decade ago
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Is that your poem that your using for poetry in class (oh by the way its good)