The cool waters shimmer from turquoise to cerulean,
While shrieking children dive and cannonball into the deep end.
I sit here with my notebook,
Shielding it from the spray.
I should have brought my waterproof one.
Thia may’ve been a mistake…
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
The cool waters shimmer from turquoise to cerulean,
While shrieking children dive and cannonball into the deep end.
I sit here with my notebook,
Shielding it from the spray.
I should have brought my waterproof one.
Thia may’ve been a mistake…