mercoledì 3 agosto 2011

The flowers of the myrtle

Harsh land,

mighty wind, cleave to the cliffs, island ..

Sea, turquoise cross over,

White beaches,

reflected light,

climbs up towards the green, quiet ...

Nell'abbaglio The eye of the sunset,

seen the last ray of white light.

Flower of Myrtle,

in all its splendor,

the wind does not break petals,

white, strong,

as the land of the island in the sea,

timeless beauty,

charm to remember ...
the Fairy

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