Poem By mallory bruinsma

Gulls drift on the wind
Air rushes past my face
The smell of salt fills my nose
Waves rush onto the white, sandy beach
The motors of boats can’t be heard
In paradise

Coats and boots are rarely seen
The heat warms your skin
Your problems disappear
And all you remember is your waiter’s name
At the all inclusive resort
In paradise

Going home to the arctic wind
Already feeling the frigid cold
The sun seems to dissolve into the never ending sea
The memories you can’t forget make you want to not leave
Plane comes and goes with you aboard
Leaving paradise

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that was a nice flowing poem.

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