Magic Island Poem by Dee Gey

Magic Island



Bubbly rushing waves
blending with the singing birds
music to my ears

Gentle wind touching
white clouds on blue skies shading
fine, pearly, hot grains

Broken edges shells
crawling slow on sand so white
doves come flying high

(Haiku form)

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