The Walk Well Is Doing Poem by Dagmara Anna AuraDagimar

The Walk Well Is Doing

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on the beach early in the morning,
chase of wave.
the dog is organising cheerful frolics,
and his master, is running more quickly,
than an age would point at it.

I am listening to the familiar noise,
at the shore I am gathering
a few delicate small
shells, still wet.

on the way I am treading
ruins, of the castle, made by children.
I am coming home with sand in shoes
and I have appetite like a wolf

for everything

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