The beaches stretch ahead,
And the rain it cleanses me.
A wonderful paseo to walk,
The sand so incredibly lovely.
I have this all to myself,
Never before have I known.
But well, we are in December,,
What was I expecting?
Some very familiar scenes,
Come from a time gone by.
Holding the hand of love,
Sharing a leisurely stroll.
It's not cold just fresh,
And my breathing feels clean.
The miles roll on by,
And peace is courting me.
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