In our coldest moments our minds can drift back to the ocean
warmer days, the sun reflecting the light to our faces
and seagulls descending for a piece of bread
the noise of children playing, splashing,
while lovers hold hands walking
along the beach.
They say the ocean is beautiful with snowflakes
falling, but we never think of that
on the warmer days.
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