When did beauty seemingly become an empty promise?
We paint the horizon like ripping off God
And we’re all too familiar with the scenery
What is a breath of fresh air
Where the salt fills my lungs
Coarse sand digs into my feet
And shells like glass are fragile
Clouds wage war in the sky
As they bleed and dissipate into oceans
Nature’s orchestra contrast to a thought
The thought of her, it takes me back
Combing through the dirt for sand dollar ornaments
To adorn Colorado pine trees with Myrtle Beach memorabilia
As summer meets Christmas to conjoin family branches
With sentiments to associate with a souvenir
What once meant happiness
Became the commemoration of another year
Caught in a place where two worlds collide
Making snow angles in dust, versus ice cap sand castles...
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