Yellow

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Grains of sand
glistened in the sunlight,
my toes dug into it,
the rest of me slipping away along with them.

A small smile curled on my lips
as the sun slowly warmed me again,

welcoming,
safe,
beckoning,

for me to stay
in eternal happiness.

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