When she gets angry there is really nothing you can do
the sea can be very scornful
When I went for a walk I found my beach was gone
Where there was once sand there was none
But plenty of foam
and the colors spoke of danger
He had no idea where he was running to - understandably being still a youngster
and needing to run
completely unaware of the danger of the tides and currents still ravaging the beach
until he found out about it
running back to the voice with all his might he had not listened to a while before
huge driftwood logs stranded
and holiday makers wondering where the promised beach was
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