Treasure Island

RIC S. BASTASA


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AS WE LEAVE A BEAUTIFUL PLACE

I am riding in my car
driving it myself but i am not alone

the mountains are green this time
rain has not been remiss

the trees along the streets
are having a show of their fruits

i open the window and breathe
such a very fresh air

i know this is a beautiful morning
but how sad, we are leaving.

Submitted: Sunday, November 24, 2013
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