Margate Sands

As I walked, barefoot and careless,

along the gritty sand, the edged

rocks hang like curtains.

Static, I sank.

Rivulets ran from rock to sea,

and the sun ran, shimmering,

all along the water streams.

The sea bit my foot

and the briny froth spoilt the level sand.

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