Ah, the sea

The door is open. As if to another world.
Where the sea, beach, heat and summer are.
I'm not allowed into this world. Well, not a foot.
And only in dreams I am without winter, undressed
To light, airy, what suddenly
Will splash with all the folds in the wind,
And the roses are curling red around
Along the walls, arch and balcony. Somewhere
A splash of blue waves and a sail, maybe.
Tan like bronze, whiteness of smiles.
There can be a snow-white boat sail,
And the little ones catch fish on the pier
There are peaches the size of a good ball
Such that you can eat a couple.
And in the evening when it's not so hot
Sand on the beach, next to the boulevard
Vacationers are walking ... stop
An instant! Eh, remember all this.

The door is open. As if to another world.
There is a sea, a beach, my dream and summer.

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(I don't know who is the author of the poetry, but I liked it)