We sat on the edge
Of the beach that night
Sand in our shoes
By the firelight
Throb of the carnival
All around
The lap of the waves
The only sound
Cool, gentle breeze
Plays with your hair
We could have been
...anywhere...
In the firelight's
Ember'd glow
No need for words
Because we know
And as you softly
Took my hand
I'd have sat forever
With you, on the sand
No other memory
Would I choose
Than this, with
Sand still in my shoes
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Enchanting piece πβ€ The romantic element is beautiful, but aside from that, I always love it when a few weeks or so after returning from hols, you put on a pair of shoes...& they've still got sand in them. Priceless π
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