It is a cliche
But nonetheless a truth
That I like
Long walks on the beach.
Walking is heaven but running is hell
On a beach
Feet slipping on soft sands once so soothing
Dragging back the more I push on
Without a definite end.
I’ll still get to where I’m going
But for time I trade beauty
And for time I trade peace,
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