The Perfect Day

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....just a poem...

The Perfect Day

 

A deserted beach, a picture of intrinsic tranquillity

The tide is slowly turning, an indescribable sensation

The breeze caresses my skin, bringing with it; humility

I am floating like the gulls; intoxicated by freedom

 

A secret cove, a scene of divine beauty

Beside me, sharing thoughts, is an enraptured seraph

Reaching for my hand as I envisage Shelley

I smile at her playful dolphins and we both silently laugh

 

A deserted beach; a vision of transcendent harmony

Natural perfection, undiluted by man’s distracted hand

The ambience is enlightening, I am struck by perceptibility

My eyes are open and there are no footsteps in the sand.

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