Forever out of reach,
White sands covered in green.
Strangely enough on these seas,
Tropical though they be to these eyes of mine,
Every single one holds nothing but pine.
So I marvel at impossible trees,
And waters that hold a perfect sheen,
and set sail for the beach.
Isle Dreamscape
Another dream poem where I'm on a boat. I think the next few after this are going to be silly, nonsensical poems simply because I want to do something else, ha.
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