The
bed of sand
The
vast area to the sea
The
cool air blowing along
The
summer day the time to play
Sebastien
crawls along
The
smooth sand on his legs and hands
He
feels he can glide it through
Picking
up the sand sieving through his fingers
He
smiles seeing the falling sand
Drifting
through his little fingers
Forming
a small dome in his eyes
He
smiles with the wind blowing
He
sits on the sand
Scooping
up to play with his fingers
The
falling silent cry
The
baby laughing the outdoor of summer
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