White Washed
Blinded by the bright white paint
Surrounded by royal blue.
There is something in the way she looks
Santorini staring back at you.
Black rock beaches with blistering sun
Waterfalls way up high.
People laughing jumping off
Thinking they can fly.
Hotel rooms with giant patios
Tans run deep by afternoon.
Bars to dance in till morning light
Everyone singing to their own tune.
Ladies hair dressed long with threads
And colored beads to match.
Beautiful jewelry handmade to wear
Sangria drunk by the batch.
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Picture perfect memory
Like love at first sight.
When I’m stumbling through the day
I dream of this at night.
Copyright © Kristen Bruni | Year Posted 2017
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