Between the cliff and the sea,
walking along a sandy path.
No shells left for you to see,
nor the feelings you once felt.
Beautiful this place once was,
when shoes were not needed.
No heart in this place anymore;
destroyed by pollution and plastic.
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Between the cliff and the sea,
walking along a sandy path.
No shells left for you to see,
nor the feelings you once felt.
Beautiful this place once was,
when shoes were not needed.
No heart in this place anymore;
destroyed by pollution and plastic.