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09. Sand In My Shoes
The cool of the breeze wafts 'round my shoulders.
The sunlight kisses my skin and smolders
As the waves crest high and froth and foam
While I await that gorgeous gloam
That shimmers and sparkles before my eyes,
Keeps building up and then multiplies.
My mind at once thus contemplates
Perhaps this is like heaven's gates,
And the more this scene imbues my veins
The more it can relieve my pains
As though I'm a desert when it rains
Or skin as ointment absorbs a bruise.
Yes, mere thought of grey skies or winter blues
And I praise each grain of sand in my shoes.
