Relive Santorini

Monday, February 7, 2022

The wind here is trending,

Each tree blown is bending,

Running, it’s with me,

I’m swaying,

…so gusty,

.

.

.

By the salt on my face,

I exerted energies in faith.

Ran an island by fate,

I once dreamt thru day.

It was hard I’d say,

Subpar but hey,

I finished, okay?

.

.

.

May have stopped,

…so my back was popped,

May’ve walked,

At least I trucked,

Up hills,

Through villages,

And those steps,

I wasn’t prepped.

But to finish,

Was a step,

By breath,

Another step,

Like writing,

There’s depth 🙂

-Budd

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