Treasure Island,
Treasure Beach;
With the muse of the Pelican,
And, a bar in view.
The muse of life!
Like a bar at sea;
Local, call, all, coal, Cola;
But, always straight ahead!
With the love of your muse.
Love,
Willing!
Fresh air,
With the muse of your love;
Along the coastal line.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem