The beach is where all secrets hide
Hidden whispers buried in the tide
The beach is where the memories last
The first thing you think of when you think of your past
The beach is where you have fun
The only place where you don’t have to run
Where salt meets skin and hearts feel free
The beach is the best memory
From jumping through the gentle waves
To looking for treasure in hidden caves
The beach is where you can be free
The beach is where I am me
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Lovely poem. Well done.