Feeling hot sand on the beach.
Ocean breeze runs through my hair.
Your hand settled between mine.
Worries – we forgot to care.
Can moments stretch into eternity
when you stop to look into someone’s eye?
Time always moves on – Sand sifting through hands.
Time always moves on – Moments always die.
Look back and dream of moments,
wishing again for that day.
But, as you dream of the past,
today slowly drifts away.
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