Holiday, a poem written by Lucy Bladon at
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written by: Lucy Bladon


What it was to slide open
the clear panel doors
and slip past sheer netting
of woven white winds.

Sauntering along cobbled streets,
a faint aroma of coconut
and jasmine swirled through
the senses.

Glistening porcelain
turned bronze
under the alluring spell
of sultry summer rays.

What it was to bask
in blissful unawareness
before affliction struck
and grounded us all.

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