…
A brief definition of a beach, by me –
Soft & golden sand with a fresh breeze & the sea
Yet, this shore, right here, without one grain of sand
Is believed to be qualified. I believe, but not quite…
…
Well… Sea? Checked. Breeze? Checked.
But then.., stones – and sooo haaard!
…..
In my mind, there’s a memory of a soft & smooth beach
Without the soft sand, my bare feet feel so… eek!
..
Rocks are surely great for the ‘mountain time’
Yet, each beach, in my mind, requires… the sand…
.
Second thought – let’s revise
It’s a fruitful land…
.
As in spite of my hurting feet
Which from pebbles bleed
I prefer to keep swimming
In the sea bottomed hard
Than to drown in the one
Underlaid with soft sand.
.
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Final thought:
“Just keep swimming” Dori from “Finding Nemo”
Monika Ribeiro Publications 
This is certainly a good read. Very brave, eye opener and inspiring. Your honesty resonates in every word. Truly amazing piece of work. I hope you could also try to follow my Blog Page. Cheers! 🙂
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Hi Ragazza Triste, thank you for the comment. I’ve just read your introduction and some of your works. Very interesting… I’ll keep an eye out for your posts gladly. Thanks for stopping by! 🙂
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