Me-time’s up

Thursday Poet’s rally 42

Warm caresses, soft mattress
Sand slipping between eager toes
A wild wave in a turbulent sea
A moment’s pause, the soul breaks free.

No lines mar the thinking field
A Botox-free lift for youth’s glow
Forgotten cares, shoulders at ease
as the sea-roar drowns the pounding throes.

Comfort reigns at these friendly shores
amid naughty wave-splashes of familiarity
They wash my feet and bathe my soul,
I willingly submit for they make me whole.

Once the sun too has his splendid bath
and surrenders his flame at the ocean’s heart,
I drag my unwilling feet, stomping on my urge
for the nest beckons, me- time ‘s up.

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