It's fourteen degrees outside
As I shiver before the fire,
Dreaming, in defiance,
Of a gentle surf
Lapping at soft sands
And palm trees
Dancing gracefully
Before briney sea breezes.
I can't wait for the day
My dreams become real
And I find myself lounging,
Luxuriating in the warmth
Of the islands,
As I sip mai tais
And sign post cards
That say,
"Wish you were here."
:) This was like a breeze upon that ocean, and I was right there because of your vivid imagery, but then, pop! back in reality and a cold NY night, lol.
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The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
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