Vacation
Salt air, warm sun,
cool breeze, undone.
Crisp white, blue glass,
fresh fish, warm laughs.
Sun dress, bare feet,
sun kissed, blond bleached.
Blue waves, pink shells,
hot sand, my self.
My heart, my home,
washed away, sea foam.
Bright lights, grey walls,
Nine-to-five swindle.
Soul cries “come home!”
Blue skies, warm sun.
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I love the repetition of “warm sun” at the end. A very pleasant read.
That second to last couplet is super sneaky, bringing us back to work before the soul wants to go home, but I’m catching what you did there 😉