My Mind and Soul
My mind and soul
tiny golden granular specs,
searing, scorching my barefoot soles
sand kicking up, dashing across, ouch ouch
leaping the sleeping bodies
my umbrella awaits
Sand scatters with a wave of my towel
Bending, kneeling, I lay down
sunglasses on, long blonde hair in a bun
smiling, I am golden brown
salty sea breeze sprays
coppertone aroma
all in the suns rays.
My Waves of Stress rolling away
Freeing my mind and soul.
Copyright © Nancy Mitchell | Year Posted 2018
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