When it’s summer
When it’s summer
and the seagulls almost meet the sky
I lie down and watch them fly.
Melting ice-cream
And dripping down my chin
And the sun burning so hot
And after back into the water
I feel the cold salty water
Splashing on my face.
Relaxing
I breathe on the sandy towel
Smell of the sweet salty air of the beach
And all its calmness
As I run down the beach
Water loops of my ankles
I smile and dig my hands in the water
By Neetu
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