Tropical Paradise
Birds doth fly above the sky,
flowers fair and nigh;
as the sun comes shining by,
wet white sand to dry.
Soft the breeze from gentlest seas,
sweetly strums guitar;
lassie sings of love and sees
sailor from afar.
HAVE YOU TRIED A 7/5 TROCHEE - POETRY CONTEST
SPONSOR : ANDREA DIETRICH
19 April 2015
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