A beach;
a beach chair,
one favorite book,
smiling brilliant sunshine,
with a few clouds
creating art
in the big
blue sky-
and the sound of the
ocean leading its
waves toward our
outstretched feet.
Finally.
A beach;
a beach chair,
one favorite book,
smiling brilliant sunshine,
with a few clouds
creating art
in the big
blue sky-
and the sound of the
ocean leading its
waves toward our
outstretched feet.
Finally.
Wonderful
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Thanks Beth! Well in the grips of winter here in Maine I canβt help but think of the beach from time to time
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It helps, same here in Michigan
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water and dreams to be free
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Nice poem.
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Thank you
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Tthat sounds very compelling! Outside here in Stockholm it is raining and gloomy…
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A little mistyping there. But thanks for the poem!
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The extra letter adds a bit of spice! π
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A perfect winter fantasy π
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Thatβs right! π
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Sounds wonderful π
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Oops! My reply to you accidentally posted down below
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While I love a wintry winter, I would enjoy a beach day right about now lol
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All therapeutic comfys! π¦π§
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absolutely π thanks for stopping in!
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