In quixotic landscapes, he trod the sands
the breakers called,
made no demands…
accustomed to sapphire tides
he lived and breathed
transient vibes…
never tiring of mercurial seas
steeped in sunlight
he inhabited ease…
©Ally2019
In quixotic landscapes, he trod the sands
the breakers called,
made no demands…
accustomed to sapphire tides
he lived and breathed
transient vibes…
never tiring of mercurial seas
steeped in sunlight
he inhabited ease…
©Ally2019
Wonderful!
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Thank you, Cindy. xxx
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Delightful poem, Ally.
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Thank you, Eugenia. š
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My pleasure, Ally.
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