Cold

 Cold

 The wind filters through me, wave by wave crashing into my skin

 My hands are so numb, blue icicles form on the tops of my nails

 Goosebumps climb along the hairs of my shaking arms and legs

 My sister builds sandcastles along the stony, shining sand

 Mum reads a book under the sunny glaze of the calm, watered sky

 And Dad runs back and forth, back and forth into the sea, laughing as the tide follows

 I know I should be cold, but all I feel is warmth

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