Treasure Island

Florida Angel

(Spring / Rio 40 Graus..Cidade Maravilha...Delray Beach)

My Secret Spot in Delray Beach


To a few I showed my secret Spot,
To many I reveal it is on The Beach,
In Delray, still without my help,
none may find, because is called mine,
My hidden Delray Beach Spot

Its open, its free, its guarded and protected
All can find, all can see, but beyond the vision,
belongs to me, My Secret Loved Spot,
On the Beach, in Delray...

A friend I call to Show my Paradise,
and share the secret rooted
inside my heart, with all my soul,
My loved Delray Beach
The 'All-America' City,
Blessed, and so dear to me!

Submitted: Monday, June 25, 2007
Edited: Wednesday, March 16, 2011

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  • x... x... (9/3/2007 11:01:00 PM)

    Nice to have your own secret spot on your favorite beach. I agree with that and also see how much you love and our proud of your city. Who wouldn't be, to live by the sea in Florida....great one Karina. I found it under the BEACH poems in that list of all kinds of poems. Your other Delray Beach one is also there, both on the first page. ~~~wavey :) ~~~ (Report) Reply

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