I get lost in you
Bottles of Sand
We made the plans and we set the dates
To walk through warm sand and fill up our plates
Explore all the food and above all the beach
We would share good moods as we sink in our feet
Into the sandy powder of all shades and colors
Waves even louder? We’ve always but wondered…
How it would be to just laugh and explore
All of the beaches the world has in store.
We made the plans, and set the dates
Little did we know, the dates were too late.
-Our Angel Celeste