December I stand soft warm wet sand almost it buried my toes
as the waves role towards
Surfers on boards
Soft Whispers in wind as it blows
Eden rock dishes seasalt his kisses
Paradise this is my dear
Sea turtles at St barths
Oh what a great start... to a wonderful Happy New year
I wondered what Eden Rock was. I disovered it's a place in the Caribbean. So the dishes are the local culinary fare? Just curious. Enjoyed the poem.
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Angel whisperer indigo child x
Wed 26th Feb 2025 14:44
@Ray Miller yes that's correct..got it in one