How to feed your soul
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The sound of the waves as they ebb and they flow,
As they foam around your feet;
They dance, majestically, they turn your toes cold
In the early Autumn sun.
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The coarse sand rubs against my skin,
Slothing off the rough edges,
The wind does the same to my
Fuzzy head.
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Hayfever season is done and dusted,
Must be a head cold lurking,
It won’t last long, it won’t take hold,
This fresh air’s as good as any medicine.
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Looking out on the horizon,
There’s sea as far the eye can see,
A big expanse of saltiness
That fills your soul with peace.
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A beautiful place, rain or shine, wind or snow,
There’s something about a beach,
Coarse of not,
That cleanses, invigorates, rubs away any rough edges.
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By Carol Cameleon
poems in #WonderfulWorldofWriting
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