Poem: Dreamer’s Land

seashore during golden hour

I long to hear the rolling waves
To feel the sand between my toes
And to have my loved ones close
To see the water
Glisten in the sun
And eat a delicious hot cross bun
To buy an ice cream
And experience the breeze
To sit in the sun
Feel the lapping sea
On my skin
To feel like it is impossible
Not to dream
To sense the vastness of the world out there
To feel like I’m without a care
To gain inspiration
And walk across the sand
For then I’d be on dreamer’s land

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