Vacations are one’s own time
To break free from routine and rise
Over the blue sea on a cruise.
Just lie down and sip some sweet lime.
Learn to ski or how rocks to climb;
Surf the seas; paraglide the skies.
Vacations are one’s own time
To break free from routine and rise.
Works of art and music sublime
Are balm for worn out ears and eyes.
Reading a book can make you wise.
Doing nothing also no crime.
Vacations are one’s own time
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This is my second attempt at rondel, a French poetry form posted at One Stop Poetry
