poems

Morning mist, covering the dense bush like a blanket.

Sunlight glistening of the reflection of the glassy water.

Yamaha motors rusting on the rocky shore.

Fishing boats rolling on top of the waves.

Gentle winds making ripples in the water.

Tourists walk down stony beach relaxing on the warm stones. 

Crayfish caves hide underneath crystal clear water.

Dinghy’s left for no purpose except to rust.

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