Island of Fantasy
sun is hanging ten
as we ride sea's rolling waves. . . .
a paradise found
sun spreads marmalade
in our late warm afternoon. . . .
the sky eats it up
twilight's sky drips red
a tryst whispered on the wind. . .
we embrace the night
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2011
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