Where are you now, dear?
I'm here lying thoughtlessly on the shore
With my virulent thirst.
My favorite colors are playing so prettily
Before these very eyes.
Now what will be the story
By which I need to wake up,
To cluster those real thoughts? ?
Hope you have a lot more experience
To define a traveller's fate.
And right now I'm standing at
The edge of silent Liberty Beach
Where my poetic muse always lives
To enliven the colors of joyfulness
And loopy mind just fades away.
Yes this is the favorite place to stay, to trace...,
This is my wonderful Liberty Beach.
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