The soft sand travels in between my toes,
I hear the calling of the water,
Thirsty for my being,
The breath of wind,
Gives me goosebumps,
I rush towards the beach.
Everyone's a Batley Poet
Everyone's a Batley Poet
The soft sand travels in between my toes,
I hear the calling of the water,
Thirsty for my being,
The breath of wind,
Gives me goosebumps,
I rush towards the beach.