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Golden rays on the seaside shore,
Waves lap soft, I ask for more.
Laughter spills on sunlit sand,
Leaving prints that time will strand.
A fleeting joy, a sunburned glow,
A memory’s warmth we’ll always know.
As days slip by like grains in hand,
We’ll cherish each as planned.
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Comments (5)
As sands through the hourglass so these are the Days of Our Lives. This is what your poem made me think. One day at a time and a time to remember. Good work.
Holidays the best
Everyday, every moment is a celebration
Need to visit Maldives again
Holiday is the best