31 August



That morning she had woken with the sun rise. She had slipped down the path to the beach before the stars had faded. She had seen the sun as a sliver of orange light cresting the horizon. She had sat on a smooth rock and felt the first rays of warmth heating her face. She had waited there while the sun rose higher into the sky and filled the world with daylight. While she waited she listened to the waves coming up onto the shore and the gulls squawking at one another. It was just another day here in paradise.








treasure

Comments

  1. I do not know if you have ever visited the Cornwall Peninsula, near Falmouth. If you did, then now I know where your inspiration comes from!

    Thanks for the awesome beauty you display when writing this wonderful poem!

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  2. I have not been there before. I was inspired by where I live on the sea in New England. Thank you for your kind words.

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  3. sounds like a beautiful place to be, personally...paradise surely

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  4. sounds like a calming morning. nice saturday centus.

    hope you have a sweet day.

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  5. Paradise is sounding pretty nice!

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  6. You painted such a lovely picture, with so few words. Nicely done!

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  7. Paradise indeed! So peaceful and calming, the waves can be.

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  8. What a treasure. Sounds breathtakingly beautiful.

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  9. This is a treasure for sure, very, very lovely.

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  10. What a deep, compelling and poignant word picture you painted here.

    Just wonderful.

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