Little toes and little hands sank in the mud.
Wind caressed the thin hairs
On her little arms-
The sun shining, too.
Sea sprays glistened on the mud.
The ash did as well. Ash that was
Thousands of years old,
Ash, that could possibly be treasure.

Squish, squish
Her little feet patted.
Pat, pat,
Her little hands squished.

Thunder clapped.
Powdered shells, bones, and stones
Soared in the air. The clouds
Suppressed the sun.
Little feet patted home.

-Diyana Love, 사랑-

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