The lazy days
The Lazy days
I love our lazy days,
no place to go, no place to be.
The barefoot days, the beach days.
Where we walk the beach at 5 am,
drink coffee at 7 am on the pier.
Find a quiet place to adore the sea.
The lazy days with you.
You are my ambrosia, my calmness and peace.
Dancing Coyote
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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I appreciate the reblogged my friend.
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Happy to share this, John!!
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Awesome poem, John!!! So wistfully wonderful and romantic!! Bellissimo, My Friend!! 😊💖
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We need the lazy days my friend. I appreciate the comment.
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lovely 🙂
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Thank you Melanie.
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I’ve never been to a real beach before but I’d like to one day and experience this with my husband and daughter. Well written sir!
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Either the Pacific or the Atlantic. You would love Ricky. I was lucky. Army station me in Monterey, California for three years in 1992-1994.
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Woah I wasn’t even a glimmer in my daddy’s eye that early in the 90’s. I’d love to go to either coast. I don’t want to miss that blessing.
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