Sat drinking tea,
In a cafe by the beach,
Watching the world pass by,
On a summers day,
With clouds floating high,
Looking at where the sand meets the sea,
In the distance it is the horizon I see,
As the sun lowers and the heat of the rays fade,
Footprints made in the sand will soon be eroded away,
Claimed by the tide at the end of the day,
Only memories last by those that where made......
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