Puerto Rico
Bright skys that aren't always blue.
Warm air that's passing thourgh.
It's so wonderful here.
Cuz i am so high off the ground.
I wonder if i will ever come down.
Beautiful, relaxing, waveless beaches.
With sand so soft.
That it's like soft fuzzy peaches gently caressing the bottom of my feet.
With all it can give with its many different favors.
Live is good on this relaxing sensation.
But there are flaws and yes i will tell.
Long flights, cheap sheets, smelly people, and itchy seats.
But there is one thing that i shall never forget,
That once i land on that island it's all wroth it in the end.
Copyright © Cassandra Durham | Year Posted 2009
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