Fantasy Beach

Kids run
splashing into the shore

People talk
laughing in the sun

I sit
reading in a chair

The wind blows
smelling of a summer affair.

He looked at me
smile, waved.

He started walking...
my way.

He talked,
then kissed..............

enough with fantasy

by Jasmine Thompson

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