The View- Hour 6

And then I imagined that the deck of the ship was a dance floor that graced my feet

Orange skies with streaks of purple

Colors so deep I could feel the texture of their richness within my soul

The smell of the sea calling out to me

Sway, gyrate, twirl

Release your troubles to the sea

Be free and carefree

I closed my eyes and the melody captivated my entire being

The music washed over me

And I let loose, I let free

I danced on the deck of the ship

In my wild thoughts

On my road trip past the beach

 

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