Along the boardwalk
there are reeds
mosquitoes
and giant ferns.
I hear
the song of birds
and the gentle whispering
of trees.
The air cannot be more pure.
This
is paradise.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Along the boardwalk
there are reeds
mosquitoes
and giant ferns.
I hear
the song of birds
and the gentle whispering
of trees.
The air cannot be more pure.
This
is paradise.