Cruising the Whidbey Island

I went sometimes by the beachOften crossing arboretum and trees;On the tryst, the lawn and the meadowWhat a nature, I felt how very beautiful a show, Given a great picture by the nature’s nameInscribed upon the chest of mine; no sham,No lying, no fake, no farce it’s beauty;Natural beauty sets thing apart, see. To listenContinue reading “Cruising the Whidbey Island”

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