I want to wake up from an afternoon slumber
to the sound of waves and seagulls.
Sun covering me up, the clouds replacing a ceiling.
The smell of salt in the air purifying my being.
I want to hop around on the burning sand
and run to the sea to heal.
Taking the first sip of coffee in the morning
overlooking the nature and not concrete.
I want to be a tourist of the world,
fit my life into a suitcase and run wild.
Experience the world through adventure,
the culture through the food,
the customs through the language
and the love through dancing.
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what a free spirit!!!
Stunning poem, very well written! 🙂
I love this poem, it is uplifting and joyous. Just what I needed to read today to remind me this too will pass and we can all be tourists again. ❤👩🦰🧡
This is the exact definition oftrue living is, but we have been captured by the need for money and power
Great Stunning Poet