Summer Vacation

March 11th, 2019

Summer Vacation

The waves were playful
The children were salty
The clouds bobbed lazily
Like bait upon the vast
Ocean of blue
Cotton candy tufts
Void of saccharine pink
Yet sweet all the same

Gulls gullies
Seahorses hoarse throats
Stars in the sky and in the sea
Crags, cracked, crackling fires, cackling laughs

A languid dream
Gone too soon


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