Forgetting The Day

The warm summer sun,

The glaring heat,

Scorching clean the earth to barren wastelands,

The waves of heat crossing, moving, gradually creeping across this landscape.

Moving onward,

People flock to see the spectacle,

The salty sea breeze,

The bright sun,

The glaring beach

A time out.

A time away.

A time, to forget the day.

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