Poem # 14- Paradise

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The aesthetic of this island,
The rays of rose sun,
Compels with the bright sea,
With the apparent palm trees.

The aesthetic of the huts,
The rays of broad smiles,
Compels with the mahogany trees,
With the gust of punishing breeze.

The aesthetic of the world,
The rays of golden palace,
Compels with the intact stones,
With its millions of meek foes.

This is such a paradise—
The paradise that we now step foot!
To which I hereby appreciate,
And it turns more into a paradise that you and I are here!

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