Poetry from Elaine Murray

I’m walking in the sand

Feeling the warmth and cold beneath my feet.

Sunlight beams down all over me.

I see piece of driftwood hollowed out by water and insects

I feel waves over my feet as I walk onto the beach.

I think for thousands of years the people walked onto the sand with me

Maybe we are of the same mind.

For one moment we touch each other while walking on the sand.

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