Behind the slender palm trees
and the huts
that are still crawled up
in the gloomy darkness
and the stifling warmth
of a heavy sleep
I see the morning dawning.
I imagine a smooth breeze
combing through the palm leaves
and tuning in a long forgotten melody.
– ljs
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