But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams - Yeats
Saturday, 27 June 2015
Alnmouth Beach
People strolling with their dogs
As the sea shimmers under a glorious sun.
The tide slowly covers the golden sands
And a gentle summer breeze caresses
The grass on the dunes looking peacefully out
Over the flat calm waters.
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