L o r r i e
Barefoot in Summer's Embrace
Under the warm, golden sun, memories of summer rise like gentle, endless waves touching the shore of my mind. I think of days when the air was filled with the scent of salt and flowers and the heat of the sun lingered on my skin like a lover's touch. Those moments seemed to stretch, languid and endless, as if the world had slowed down just to let us feel it all a little deeper.
There was something daring about those days, a boldness in the air that made even the most mundane things seem electrifying, a look, a smile. The sand beneath our feet, the sea sparkling in the distance, called to us like an old song, inviting us to give in, to taste life without holding back. Even now I can feel that pulse, that gentle desire for something wild and unfettered, like sun-warmed skin meeting the cool of the sea.
It feels like summer has taught us its own quiet wisdom that beauty is not demanded, it is simple. And love comes and goes as it pleases, just like the tide, leaving traces on the shore of who we were and who we might become.
© 2025 Lorrie Agapi – All rights reserved.
**My heart, my words. Please respect them.**
Dear reader,
These words you are reading right now, whether it's a poem, a short story, or a thought is a piece of my soul. I write with passion, each word flowing from my heart, deeply connected to me. My poems are not just words, they are alive, carrying my emotions and essence within them.
If you plan to take them without my permission, know this: you are also taking a piece of my soul. And with every stolen word, I will always be present within the lines you use.
So be mindful… You never know what lies hidden between the lines, for words hold a power that goes far beyond the visible.💫
Barefoot in Summer's Embrace
Under the warm, golden sun, memories of summer rise like gentle, endless waves touching the shore of my mind. I think of days when the air was filled with the scent of salt and flowers and the heat of the sun lingered on my skin like a lover's touch. Those moments seemed to stretch, languid and endless, as if the world had slowed down just to let us feel it all a little deeper.
There was something daring about those days, a boldness in the air that made even the most mundane things seem electrifying, a look, a smile. The sand beneath our feet, the sea sparkling in the distance, called to us like an old song, inviting us to give in, to taste life without holding back. Even now I can feel that pulse, that gentle desire for something wild and unfettered, like sun-warmed skin meeting the cool of the sea.
It feels like summer has taught us its own quiet wisdom that beauty is not demanded, it is simple. And love comes and goes as it pleases, just like the tide, leaving traces on the shore of who we were and who we might become.
© 2025 Lorrie Agapi – All rights reserved.
**My heart, my words. Please respect them.**
Dear reader,
These words you are reading right now, whether it's a poem, a short story, or a thought is a piece of my soul. I write with passion, each word flowing from my heart, deeply connected to me. My poems are not just words, they are alive, carrying my emotions and essence within them.
If you plan to take them without my permission, know this: you are also taking a piece of my soul. And with every stolen word, I will always be present within the lines you use.
So be mindful… You never know what lies hidden between the lines, for words hold a power that goes far beyond the visible.💫