Soul Summer Shimmers




              salty sea splashing
              searing hot sand, tanned,brown feet 
              sun-blocked skin, so sweet 


                  11-10-2020

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Gilmour Avatar
November 12, 2020 at 11:07 AM
That summers day sounds perfect, sadly we are in dark, damp November as we head towards winter in the UK. Although winter sunshine here is always a wonderful bonus and somehow seems even better than summer sun. Enjoyed the read dear Panagiota ~ with kindest thoughts Ann xx
Romios Avatar
November 12, 2020 at 11:30 AM
Dear Ann~ it only got cold here last week! We don't have long dreary winters, in fact, rises are still blooming in my front yard. Alas ...a few left. It's a pleasure to see the sun in winter, also! Love + respect, Pangie. Appreciate your time xoxo
Andresen Avatar
November 11, 2020 at 5:40 AM
- Sounds tempting on a cold November day - Lovely written, Pangie :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
Romios Avatar
November 11, 2020 at 8:18 AM
Hello Sunshine.....'twas but a memory.dont be jealous! Good haiku, though.. PANGIE XXX
De Beaulieu Avatar
November 11, 2020 at 5:04 AM
Hello Panagiota, It makes me feel like I am near the water. Hugs Darlene xxx-ooo. I just woke up.
De Beaulieu Avatar
November 11, 2020 at 10:32 AM
Hello Panagiota, Hi! Glad to hear that your toe problem has been solved. Your welcome my friend. This poem makes me feel like I am near the water. Hugs Darlene xxxx-oooo
Romios Avatar
November 11, 2020 at 8:07 AM
Darlene, hello back! Oh, good blow you feel. I forgot to tell you how mt toe has no problems anymore. What a gift. Be well. Thanks for veing my friend, you dear woman. I feel I really know you, Pangie. Xxxxoooo
Cunningham Avatar
November 11, 2020 at 1:32 AM
Now only memories as we drift into winter. Tom
Romios Avatar
November 11, 2020 at 8:09 AM
Memories are like cradles. They can lift and warm you anytime... Love, Patngie
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