Poem #241

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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11 thoughts on “Poem #241

  1. what a free spirit!!!

  2. Stunning poem, very well written! πŸ™‚

  3. 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. β€πŸ‘©β€πŸ¦°πŸ§‘

  4. This is the exact definition oftrue living is, but we have been captured by the need for money and power

  5. Beautiful! 😘✨

  6. Great Stunning Poet

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