I am in a place where some travelers call home,
Like a lonely cloud floating into a distant country,
But we are not alone in the colors of the town,
Decorated by intriguing familiar friends and family.
A resort absolutely amazing sprawled in the sun,
Where the phenomena of time ebb away slowly,
Into an exotic kingdom made out of Rum and fun,
Sharing jokes with familiar friends and family.
And walking under tropical sunset on the beaches,
In harmony of a perfect fit to the beautiful sky,
Nature creates a vibrant art on roads into bushes,
With Illusions of the moment we could not deny.
Tropical mornings echoed with a roaring philosophy
From upright roosters letting out their belching cry,
The reverberating sounds in mind of silhouette sigh,
Tingled my heart with rhapsody to open wide eye.
When night fades into prose and the new day begins,
Another atmosphere takes the evening longer to end,
And some people become afraid of invisible things,
Concealed in shadows resembling a familiar friend.
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