Every summer she escapes
with no city, nor friend
Just the freshness of air
Sparkling liquid dancing in wave shapes
Orange, yellow, and pink sky blend
Nobody has a care
The bush, the beach, the lake
Brutal hot days in cold crisp water
Kara I really like this poem. I like how you compared the "brutal hot days" and the "cold crisp water", almost as if I can feel it. I also liked how you kind of wrote it so that it can be anyone’s idea of paradise by stating “Who really knows where we are?” This is a very creative and imaginative poem. Good Job!
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