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Ibiza
Dewdrops and vapors shroud the halo
of cool mornings with cloudless skies.
No promise goes unbroken
upon this limpid ocean,
or the garden within our eyes.
Though it may be a mirage,
a vision, or daydream of dawn;
I'll still linger on the beaches
with sweet opal nectar,
humming my summer songs.
Lavender twilight becomes obscured by evening
with jovial echoes of children at play.
Royal, enchanting, this midsummer hallmark,
like maya moonlight hanging over the bay.
Though it may be a fleeting solace,
a zenith, a cruise of comets tracing by.
I'll still linger on the quays
with sweet panacea,
gazing on the glittering sky.
#writco #WritcoQuote #poetry
of cool mornings with cloudless skies.
No promise goes unbroken
upon this limpid ocean,
or the garden within our eyes.
Though it may be a mirage,
a vision, or daydream of dawn;
I'll still linger on the beaches
with sweet opal nectar,
humming my summer songs.
Lavender twilight becomes obscured by evening
with jovial echoes of children at play.
Royal, enchanting, this midsummer hallmark,
like maya moonlight hanging over the bay.
Though it may be a fleeting solace,
a zenith, a cruise of comets tracing by.
I'll still linger on the quays
with sweet panacea,
gazing on the glittering sky.
#writco #WritcoQuote #poetry
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