Saturday, April 9, 2016

Taurus

Drift, drift. 
Sugar sand white and palm tree green. Coconut brown and magical summer. 
Drift, drift. 
Blue. To the north, south, east, west. A sea and sky to fill the compass with lies. 
Drift, drift. 
Nothing for the ears but the wind moving on. 
Drift, drift. 
The island life is one I know best. 

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~E

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