Magic Island

In the fragrant dawn
faithful little gnomes
carried bright gemstones
on the fresh-cut lawn.

Magic ornaments,
flowers’ coloured dots,
float in water pots -
local sacraments.

Fauns and fairies dance
and collect fresh buds.
Palms, enchanted huts,
meditation’s trance.

Wooden local’s boats
marked the water’s edge.
Corals’ dazzling stretch,
memory snapshots.

Morning tide, turquoise
waters ask to swim,
I soar in my dream
and hear angels’ voice.


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