is the color of my new dress,
it can be dressed up with
4 inch heels for a night of
fine dining and champagne
or dressed down with daisy
decorated flip-flops for
walking in the sand with
the salt of a Margarita on my
lips, my hips swaying side to
side within the gossamer froth
of the soft blue fabric, turning
my hazel eyes the color of the
ocean, its skirt fluttering
around my legs in a cool ocean
breeze…..
How can one have a bad day in
a dress called Caribbean Blue?
ha…your new dress is beautiful…personally i would be more fo the sandals and sand…with margarite salt…smiles….you caught the sway a bit in your words…smiles.
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Oh, I’m definitely more a sandals and sand girl than a night life playa. lol
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I could like a little sun and sand and light summer clothes now, buried in a blizzard as I am. Your poem reminds me of good times
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Love this, Charlotte. I am more of a sandal’s type myself.
Pamela
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