As I felt morose
I struggled from bed today
Same old, same old world
Just as an impulse
I walked down to the beachside
To breathe in the air
Walkers were sparse here
So the sea and shore were mine
My faithful old love
She whispered to me
Covered me with briny kisses
To lift my spirits
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I can picture the walk. It's a beautiful poem
ReplyDeleteLovely...something about the sea and a walk on the seashore. It's great!
ReplyDeleteI was just on the Pacific and can feel that briny kiss still.
ReplyDeleteNature is timeless and always waiting.
ReplyDeleteThe sea is always a place of comfort. We are truly blessed if we live near the sea. Like the photo and this simple but lovely poem.
ReplyDeletelovely poem, I wish I could live near the beach
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Though the world is same old same old...it has that comfort muddled in..like if it wasn't there we would miss it...and briny kisses...not a bad start to a day
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