Summer Sandals

sandals

sandals (Photo credit: Shockingly Tasty)

She wore red summer sandals
And peasant skirts
She drank in the sunshine
Like a sensual balm
And for this special goddess
No day could come to harm
She was the essence of
The perfect summer day

She wore purple summer sandals
And stone-wash jeans
Her hair a hallowed glory
Like some angel in our wake
She had the perfect balance
A generous give and take
She was the essence of
The perfect summer day

© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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2 Responses to Summer Sandals

  1. You have a gift Helen of defining character and capturing the essence of them. Lovely. It is that time of year again isn’t, summer and all the magic that comes with it.

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