Drowsy, summery days; dreaming by the bay:
Where soft sea breezes merge with bucolic ways.
Gulls and terns glide over deep set, jagged cliffs.
Deep blue waters are pregnant with silver fish.
O donkeys dawdle along old, cobbled streets.
Time is frozen here; cottages are pristine.
Their facades are filled with the freshest flowers.
I savour the bright moments of each passing hour.
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