Pés no chão
Cabeça vagando
Já já é verão
O tempo está voando
Fecho os olhos,
Sentindo a brisa me tocar
Sinto cheiro
Ouço o som do mar
O corpo sinaliza:
É onde quero estar
As ondas me mostram:
Para lá e para cá
A calmaria me revela:
Cada coisa toma se lugar
Por Kathlyn Almeida
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Nada como relaxar a beira mar. No meu caso, prefiro os dias do outono e começo de inverno para ir à praia. O tempo está menos quente. Para ler poesia qualquer tempo é propício.
Gostei do poema.