Sun setting low-
Sky full of pastels of the night-
Laughing , we run-
Chasing the ducks;
Screaming like little girls again.
Sitting on the
cold
grainy
sand,
Reminiscing
hot
summer
days.
Walking - the wet sand between our toes-
We leave our footprints behind,
to be washed away by the
last
day
of
summer.
