Warm blue skies in a Zakynthian Sky,
white fluffy clouds go passing by
floating away like waves in the breeze
which lap up slowly, hitting your knees
Golden sand meets with the blue of the sea
Oranges hang high in a Greek orchards tree
Little fish swim in the sea round your feet
Nipping your toes for a little treat
Music is played by a traditional band,
as you bury your toes deep down in the sand
and solar rays turn worshippers from white into brown
Just in time for their night on the town
Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.
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