An Inviting Table With a Pink Chair
The pink hallways led us down to the sea
We could not jump from the last step
But I could have dived in and I might have loved it
Unfortunately, I was not wearing my swimming suit
There was an inviting table with a pink chair.
I sat, enjoying the ambiance of the pretty water
No water is as blue or as sparkling as the Aegean Sea of Greece
I sat for a time, enjoying a luxurious caramel coffee.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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