Warm waters tickled my feet
brushing back and forth again and again.
Eyes lost in an endless ocean,
no one knows when.
Salty breezes sweep my shoulders
as winds bellow against my white dress.
A breath of fresh, brisk air
echoes against any stress.
I lift my arms and ocean gusts
anchor up the spirits inside of me.
The only feeling unraveling my core
is that I am free!
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Author:
Crystal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 19th, 2019 19:02
- Comment from author about the poem: I have a new book out full of 40 poems like this one! Only $1.50 I can message you the link if you are interested! Or just look on Amazon for Stories of Summer Poetry
- Category: Nature
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Comments4
Beautiful....
That freedom takes you to beautiful places.
Super write and congrats on the book Crystal
Wonderful descriptive write BRAVO!
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