walking down through lush
red and white,
tiny butterflies rise around us
we reach the beach
salt spray fills the air
white sand of shell
and we stare at the infinite horizon
breathless with the beauty
washed pure in our own thoughts.
Kay Davies 2013
This is about a beautiful beach on the Isle Of Skye that I visited many years ago but the smell of the sea, clover and that gorgeous white sand remain with me.
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Meal Beach, Burra Isles, Shetland by Robin Gosnall