Carpets of colour bathing the heath
Dunes undulating sponge underneath
Sea laps the shore, sand stretches for miles
Wind blows my hair to cover my smiles
Bliss, isolation, sun toasts my face
And feeling lucky having this place

Between the Fires: verses of earth and moon
poems by Zephyra
Carpets of colour bathing the heath
Dunes undulating sponge underneath
Sea laps the shore, sand stretches for miles
Wind blows my hair to cover my smiles
Bliss, isolation, sun toasts my face
And feeling lucky having this place
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