Pleasure
It's an elaborate placid scene
Surfers are decorating the sea
As pelicans glide through the sky
The waves gently roll in and subside
The breeze is therapeutically inclined
To soothe the soul and the mind
This is the pleasure that one finds
In the fascination of his design
Copyright © Tamara Davis | Year Posted 2012
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