at signs of thunderstorm
in early afternoon
I sit and contemplate
gently rocked in my kayak
should we leave and head ashore?
or maybe take the risk and stay?
the sun kiss golden streaks
into your hair let free
a smile from you and I feel safe
gently rocked in my kayak
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January 21, 2013
Writing about living in two places (and times)
Poems & Stories from The Author Stew
practising for a whole life
haikai poetry matters
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
Björn Rudbergs writings 
This reads like a song.. Rhythmic & lyrical. And that’s an awesome pic!
Thank you. a little image processing added I have to admit.
As a romantic I say ‘yay’ as a sailor I say ‘Nay’!!!
Aye 🙂
Romantic
A little