Yellow Strand

Yellow Strand

Maybe she knows of a quieter memory
While she dangles her feet on the yellow beach
Then the sound of waves behind sea debris
Collides with the strand so sadly

Sensations unbeknownst to the bourgeoisie
Are to her and self also quite out of reach
For under yellow shade sat her misery
A blue mind expunged by ecstasy

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