Siren Seas and Sand

Hearth rug holds no magic but look into the blaze and see
An island floating in the ocean ,palm trees swaying in the breeze
My hand ,trickles the sand as I tickle your imagination
In anticipation of the sea foam flickering like embers on our knees
Trade winds and the moons faze the tide
we can hide there and fly there when we please
On the island sits a mermaid with a conch shell in her hand
Sultry maiden with a fishtail mesmerising sound
So the  island dreams give savour scent of sun, summer abound
Swim toward her   don’t drown!

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