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Jun 2019
ISLAND

Oh how I dream
To be marooned on a tropical Island
The other side of the world
Where the clock stands still
The beat of the heart
The heat of the sand
The sound of lapping waves
The smell of salty air
Have more meaning than
The New York Peace Tower.

For guidance, entertainment and light
The bright shinning stars at night
Reward my attention and devotion
By shooting stars across the sky
Like passing star ships homeward bound.

***** and sand bites
Seaweed and sea shells
Coconuts husks and volcanic pumas
All litter the morning beach.

The seagulls and larks
The moon and sun above
Peering out to the horizon
Watching the sea and sky play
All blessing this paradise island.
I am new at this.  The universe has blessed me with a second home on an island in the South Pacific off the grid where I spend the Nth American winter months. .
Anne denada
Written by
Anne denada  65/F/Britsh Columbia/Fiji
(65/F/Britsh Columbia/Fiji)   
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