Sun on Shoulders, Tingling sensation smoulders, Sinks into skin, Golden glare- Serendipitous sin. Rippling rays- Meanders, and plays On waves of melody- Moves on water like electricity. Switched on. Winter is gone. Raa has control Straight thinking on school- To teach the waves to lap Lazily and playfully, map The ebb and flow Of breezes that blow The ship to the middle, Raise anchor and kindle Magic, eternally Float majestically
To sun kissed Golden shores.
Wrote this while sitting by the side of the pool in Ibiza- beautiful day in November