The Beach View
Seeing the beach and smelling the sand reminds me of the beauty of life.
feeling the soft sand
the touch of the water
when both come together
through my toe to my brain
is something I can't understand
something to give me calm
something to provide me with energy
something I will look forward to
thinking about the past
thinking about the now
thinking about the future
not knowing what is next
that shows me my faith
that shows me my destiny
that shows me my identity
the view is far away
that will be the view I have
for my life vision
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Agnes Laurens is a writer. She writes for the local newspaper. Agnes lives in The Netherlands, with her husband and three daughters. You can find her on Vocal, Medium, Elephant Journal, HubPages, Music List. Writing is — aside from playing the violin — one of her passions since childhood. She is on Twitter and Instagram. You can subscribe to my mailing list, and you can subscribe to my Thoughts. Check out her books. She has an online web store, and she has a merchandise store. If you want to be informed about my online store and my merch, please follow this link.
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Agnes Laurens
Agnes Laurens is a writer. She writes for the local newspaper. Agnes lives with her daughters. Writing is, like playing the violin, her passion. She writes about anything that crosses her mind. Follow her on Medium.
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