The ocean water is on my feet.
I love the way it makes me feel,
no boy or sweet, sweet melody can compare,
no other feeling has been so real.
I remember the first time I looked out upon the waves,
the way the humid wind blew in my knotted hair.
I taste the sea salt on my cracked lips and smile,
I can’t imagine a goodbye, I can already feel my heart starting to tear.
The mountains are beautiful and the rivers are splendid,
the rolling hills are magnificent and sweet.
Folly Beach however, makes a last memory in your mind
like a blazing fire in a miraculous fleet.
-Kelsey Johnson
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didnt know you were a poet!!
as borat would say: Very Nicce