In time I’m going back,
Into waves of memories,
And, suddenly I find,
The Summer sands,
Like a pulse,
Beating out a Summer heat,
And into my senses I breathe,
The frothy, salty air,
And the Sun,
Like a yellow glaze,
Browns my Summer skin,
That mixes well,
With Turquoise seas,
Flowing deep,
And the feeling,
Oh so sweet,
A blend of oceans, sands,
And Summer Tans!
A wonderful poem!
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Thank you so much. I guess I am just dreaming of going to the beach. I actually wrote that a number of years ago – hard to keep a water baby away from the ocean!
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