| General Non-Fiction posted May 23, 2020 |
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A sweet stroll at the beach releases my imagination...
Pretending...
by amada
Long slice of beach this Sunday morning, reposed and somehow comforting; pretending, coyly pretending to be a stroll.
The sky glows in a palette of multiple blues; pretending, playfully pretending to be a heavenly tint.
The breeze greets me with a whirl of salty air; pretending, playfully pretending to be an embrace.
Ahead, a placid line of sandy road, nebulous and somehow, reposed; pretending, shyly pretending to be a ramble.
Fast and feisty, a goose flies above my head; its musical chirp pretending, joyfully pretending to be a troubadour.
Quiet slice of beach this Sunday morning; pretending, peacefully pretending to be my chapel.
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Long slice of beach this Sunday morning, reposed and somehow comforting; pretending, coyly pretending to be a stroll.
The sky glows in a palette of multiple blues; pretending, playfully pretending to be a heavenly tint.
The breeze greets me with a whirl of salty air; pretending, playfully pretending to be an embrace.
Ahead, a placid line of sandy road, nebulous and somehow, reposed; pretending, shyly pretending to be a ramble.
Fast and feisty, a goose flies above my head; its musical chirp pretending, joyfully pretending to be a troubadour.
Quiet slice of beach this Sunday morning; pretending, peacefully pretending to be my chapel.
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