Where the sea meets the sky, Blue on blue. White sails, slowly sliding by, Azure hue. Warm sands, intense, bright sun, Calming you. Beautiful island girl, scantily clad, No taboo. House made of grass and leaves, And bamboo. Waves of heat blurring the beach, Outrigger canoe. Shiny, silver grey dolphin rises, Blowhole spew. Hammock swaying in the balmy breeze, Troubles few. To the urban squalor and urban filth, You bid adieu. Tropical paradise and tropical peace, Who needs a shoe?
Meaninglessly traversing into the havoc of vanity With a fake logic justified, Leaving the players into the deathly chasm. A Blue bottle game denying the soul of life! Two and two they say ten, And it is their game playing
Roses are Red, Daisys are Yellow, Violets are Blue, Auta is Black, She is fair Her hair, curly, When she flips it backwards, I feel this magnetic pull towards her. Her face, so clear and spotless, With blue eyes, In
Australian songbird Blue Wren Uses secret passwords As an identification to their offspring’s. The fact is that the mother bird teaches The chicks when still in egg form A special song that they remember When they are born. When one