Menorca 98A Poem by ZiaraTravel pieceMENORCA 98 DUSK IS DAWNING CLOUDS ARE FORMING SKY TURNING BLUE WHILE DAY IS YAWNING, TIME IS IRRATIONAL, BUT ALSO INTERNATIONAL, STOMACH IS CHURNING WHILE HUNGER WAVE IS YEARNING WHITE SAND ACROSS THIS LAND OF SPLENDOR SEA BREEZE AND SANDY KNEES SURRENDER BLUEST OCEANS SURROUND THE ROCKS OF WONDEROUS HISTORY HOT SUN BEAMS DOWN WHILE THE WIND TURNS A MYSTERY HOT TEMPERED HEAT BROWN BODIES WALK THE STREET ALL THE TOURISTS CHATTER WHILE THEY EAT THERE FOOD FILLED PLATTER ENDING SOON SADLY SEE MOON
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