BEACH

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On the beach

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The beach sparkles, smokes
And resounding, vast anvil
That waves and wind
Cover with noise and foam.
I will, according to my custom,
Along the moving roller,
The eyes off, dreaming
Some disappointing dream
Salted with fresh bitterness.
With their sweet cheerful cries
And their ingenuous mines,
Beautiful children, bare legs,
Get wet with that better.
From afar, follows them and scolds them
An old grandma.
A young blonde woman
She reads a novel.
Light muslin
Vagrant Clouds
Tear to the hills.
The big feline waves
Revel, then bounce.
And I contemplate the abyss;
And I would, soul and body,
Mingling with long chords
Who roll from top to top.

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❤️ Emile BLEMONT ❤️

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What is it ?
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Beach

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In the heart of beaches …

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It is all around the passages
That no one knows, no one guesses
For their auras, forever divine
Hidden in the heart of the beaches …

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*** Idéelle, August 9, 2017 ***

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Beach and country 😉

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https://youtu.be/t76ghnW_qlU

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Les Plages : jean-louis Aubert

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https://youtu.be/A_uDAMnEGHY