Wednesday, December 9, 2015

Alicja Kuberska writes



The islands of happiness

dreams come true in the Bahamas

let's go there
where the wind brushes the green hair of palm trees
the huge ocean murmurs sleepily
the golden sand remembers footprints
and the sun disappears in blue water in the evening


before the black butterfly appears
we have time to write a few lines  of a poem
and to share our  thoughts like a slice of bread

only there
we can entrust our secrets to the stars

 The Bahamas has something for everyone—from vibrant city streets to ...

1 comment:

  1. I love the line, "The . . . sand remembers footprints"

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