The shade of Araucarias.
The warm sunshine soaks in.
Salt on skin crackles from a swim.
Hot towel dusted with sand.
The blue green Indian sparkles.
For a moment.
There’s a light breeze in my ears.
The deep blue sky.
Anxiety empties away.
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Goodness me the bathers screech,
How we love dear Cottesloe Beach.
As you can see, I can embrace the rhyming couplet, as you embrace blank verse 😍 methinks the mantle of Poet Laureate is far from my grasp 😜
So glad you’re enjoying your time sur la plage in my home State.