The smell of salt in the air,
how nostalgic.
How much of my childhood is there,
I wonder.
Little crabs running on the pure,
white sand.
Running away from little boys,
in swimming trunks.
Home always beckons at me,
whenever I'm far away.
So what is this other voice,
I'm hearing fro
m the sea.
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Author:
Quinn\'sfav1 (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: December 17th, 2024 15:51
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